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Salvador Dali - The Temptation of St. Anthony

Maybe someday…
or today maybe,
if only I did but maybe I am done.

Hope in tomorrow might freeze your steps,
better you wake up at dawn and trust your walk.

Doing wathever or whatever’s flip side,
it doesn’t matter ash will fade in smoke.

Many succeed and still they fail,
while others dare to fail and rejoice.

Trying too hard to find a purpose,
the purpose might end up owning you.

Fear and love await at the crossroads,
eventually they’ll find you so make them friends.

Thoughts evaporate to shape your dreams,
like clouds in the black coffee drawing circles.

Start and destination turn in cycles,
with mine you’ll cross but seldom meet.

You call me crazy to feel more real,
until I discover your hideouts one by one.

And to the wise offering full hands of oceans,
since the first wave already I was more curious.

To the grown-up fending behind adulthood,
still infant your soul until you will learn to fly.

And still hanging from your righteous answers,
I can marvel myself with more ferocious questions.

Measuring my distance from the stars,
not once I thought to be more drunk than you.

And it’s nice to know where my mind ends,
somehow the rhymes of a poem have to begin.

Everything flows, almost

The flow of the crowd the energy fills me,
passersby headed to the places of the mind

I listen to the present and feel alive,
Looking inside I savor simply to be

If asked to change my fate I find myself declining,
forged in fire l wouldn’t trade it for anything

An ancient soul already halfway through,
everything is the same and life is beautiful while it lasts

But still I breathe and freely choose you,
twins in pain you welcomed me and I welcome you

Nothing I need but to take care of you,
in the time given to an unexpected adventure

So I decide you to be the sense to all of it,
this is my promise consider it a word of pride.

Son of men

Gesu Hero

An oak a man facing eternal,
strong-willed slits on the horizon

Keeping the gaze straight on the dark,
behind the stiff beard a smile with a smirk

They thought they knew you in the dust,
unaware you spanned centuries with your steps

In the hour of wind when the hourglass reverses,
the duel begins, ready to draw intense your senses

You look at death straight and fearless,
until the feeling of nausea disappears

A man who doesn’t know to protect himself,
but furious strikes foes down for my sake

That’s life an irony of fate,
rise again, goddamned memory.



Tender like a bamboo cane,
you survived space and time, with blood tattooed on your skin.

Splinters of a mirror reflect your face in a thousand fragments,
streams of experience expand into the one consciousness.

The wound of yesterday alive and open again,
you bliss the present pledging tomorrow’s gratitude.

Change is like a childbirth,
and fear paddles against the current,
while the water flows down the valley.

Enslaved to those who follow themselves,
once already you fled from madness in dismay,
but today’s caution looks even more insane.

If you knew that tomorrow will no longer be,
you know you’d choose her… beloved freedom.


Salvador Dalí - Cola de Golondrina

Inside the house waited a mask
of wearing it I wasn’t aware

Poetry and beauty to hide the memory
of silent the pain of the heart

A canvas awaited white and thin
too fragile for colors so warm

I thought I lifted the veil as a painter
but a carpenter came to make a tripod

too frail was the canvas to stand on its own.

Captain of my Soul

Moby Dick

I walk broken dreams in the middle of rubbles
the breaches no more hold me from the light

In the middle of rest I am surprised by an epiphany
I am master of my destiny I am captain of my soul

So many years I searched for a pattern in the stars
with just a compass to guide me through the storms

To find out the truth that I already had it all inside
so I take a feather to rewrite anew the story of mine

No fate was written to bound me to these chains
no more I am slave in the circles of endless cycles

I don’t seek approval anymore nor yours nor mine
this is my only life nothing I know about the next

It’s as simple as the truth that now belongs to me
I am master of my destiny I am captain of my soul

So let me look after you my only choice and child
as the only choice I have is the one I regret no more.

Cathedral of Love

August Rodin - Cathedral of Love

Silence in the shadow of my memories
where the heart hides from the winds

My tears without voice I really didn’t see
not knowing that still I was stuck in pain

The vision of you now opens my wounds again
but something’s different no more I hide in fear

Your deep eyes soften the thorns in my flesh
the way you look at me feels just to be right

A voice I hear whispering in my ear
to be brave enough to care about you

Slowly my hands open in forgiveness
pride fades away in a act of kindness

Finally I heal from the wounds of time
while my breath finds a deeper sound

Our lips stop hurting blindly each other
sweet silence between us… giving and taking



I have seen naked beings torn in the chest
struggle on the ground in agony

Other beings with butterfly’s hearts 
hovering in transparency 

Flowers wither at change of season 
vanish like snow in the sun 

Colors appear in light evanescence 
and dress with new … magnificence. 

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