Poetry

U.s

Grey mouse
Grey mouse
the war tears the purpose
lost the centre of the world
you fall so
with death corp in the hole
without sword or guns
in the arms of the monster of tort

Red and white blond hair like that fire of hell
like cigarette ashes
we turn them off in our cave to those sleepless nights
like 7  in November
feel the cold and the heat of the skin like your snow face
I hope it melts
burned by darkness flames
and that it forever evaporates 

I fight without sword
I miss home
swimming in the waves
with anxieties
I drown like fish in the air
it's ironic how always dies in our battlefield
and lives intuit of the other skirmishers

I've free verses pouring out on my clothes
my armor of skinless bones and lies
makes it harder to keep your eyes open
for those who are not in your best interest
even if maybe
they will find us again when we are lost
in these doubt of hunted woods 

I'm traveling, now, in search of something I don't know about
I'm looking for that fateful "place"
the one where you feel at home even if sometimes you are alone
I look for him with the feet of stone like the streets that I race, the convictions of sand, changing emotions like water that I enclose in this bottle of body
as a cage
a battle between me and those ugly guys around me
they all want the throne on that golden kingdoms
I hope you enjoyed saying "the important thing is to participate, the rest never mattered"

When there is to be pleased for one's own ends even the broken arms remain open
the pain of those who seemed to already touched the stars