Soft flames
of lost enchantment out of blue
pallid cheeks
no land
from the bitter fruits
surrounded
by spoiled thoughts.
Liberté! Freedom!
Feeble possibility to see
new twinkling sunrises,
never more disjointed ends
screaming alive.
Connected to universal flows,
wings of tiger,
you’ll carry home our dreamtime.
High hopes in future of sailors,
we have seen the last crime.
Excuse me.
Celebrating red wine in bloody fingertips
behind closed doors.
Beyond Mi#! Sitting in the blazing dark.
