Passions and memories of a far and wasted time, when I left wasted and missed, turned into food that makes my stomach full and satisfied but leaves
This false sun doesn?t heat me, it?s shining, yes, but doesn?t heat my blood Loneliness embraces me, Sometimes dandles me and becomes my sun Psychological
I must build up with my ambitions what I miss around, waiting and quaking, with the sweet torment of wait, so unpitying and wearing. I cannot know
Obsessive light, Hands hold me, strong and safe but very delicate, will they help me to understand all this and make it less hostile for these shapes
Vibrations cross me, let tremble my immobile body, as a relief of a stable distress. Frozen emotions, already illusions, are a painting?s frame made
Energies meeting, never certain sensations... Contact, penetration and research in the dusk Details, small and invisible, fundamental No barrier to
Solitude.. mate of my feelings, increases elaboration of things, enlarges with light the borders of coscience, amplifies the time that patiently
The presence of old emotions that I felt asleep When they wake up suddenly all returns like before But I?m sure that if they fall asleep again, sooner
