WHOLE UNIVERSE ...

WHOLE UNIVERSE ...
In another beach, like a boat, my soul
It will anchor, like worldwide
there were no waiting ports as
palms, as sirens suffering
of prosopagnosis, not remind me ...
Perhaps as a fantastic boat will go
my soul to find a star that
light port, which can be born, as
born seahorses, Lone sea.
Without planning, anchor and bells, there will
to supplement my ways, flowers,
will be only an ephemeral circumstance.
In another beach without glasses or moons
splurge, because in my chalice only fit
a kiss of dawn and fingers, which
want to find in my pores history
Full sun, because I no longer able
scatter my love in every corner.
I will keep the books and get paid chimeric
the debt they owe me the roads. DO NOT!
It is not pessimism, is that Dionysus on a
Please give me to try the elixir of reality;
and like a movie in slow motion,
vi spend ten thousand flowers of different colors
and fragrances and all around vanity,
whim and stupidities. Born shells
and contaminated pearls; jade and emerald
Price had only gold artisans.
It was then I said goodbye to your beach,
to cast my anchor and my sails, where only
gulls and porpoises could talk
with my boat colors, snails, flowers, and
stars sang for my soul pregnant with
the light of God and the universe belonged to me.
October 27, 2014.