Much bitterness of a day,or maybe of the trembling no time green dew.
In which I saw an angel or a demon smiling to the tired crew...
The golden afternoon was stopped in the solitude`s landscape
With a green silence covering the field from where I cannot escape.
The white good dragons of the sky are sleeping ...
In the hope`s market ,in pensive mood ,you go shopping.
Whose words could complete the glass menagerie from the attic?
In the milky horizon ,the old tree becomes more and more green.
Surely,somebody drunk hard ,and maybe saw the spider also green
That wanted us to weave the same sadness ...
A dragon fly looks for its favorite lily-of-thee-valley...
I let the sun near the fancy cakes and I feel a drop of rain
As come from other side of the paradise.
I take care of the secret line from my palm,
Where the apple is still burning my flesh.
Barefooted,the fancy`s fairy runs in the grass...
A child calls close by : Mum!Mum! I found a little green ant !