Ferine fantasies
duetted
with languid stratified dust
reflecting.
Flowers of the field
braided
between memories
of a slower spread noise,
sighing,
deathless instants
and no means
the reason lost
the righteous plastic pose
towards the neighbouring
fluid rivers.
Not stirred
in love ranks,
but Justice
shone on broken points,
heroes of the Romantic storm
marked by petty exiles,
icy silences sprinkled with loneliness
from the breathtaking view
whilst heart was deprived of its beating.
Everything becomes nothing.
