How lovely the morning is,
pervaded by the silence of loneliness,
as sleepy green and red dragons fly in circles
around lost feelings.
Next to me on an old couch,
God watches a movie with clowns.
I play chess, and it is naked
all around the queen, that
who reads the lines in my palm,
speaking lies about my dearest stars.
my cup of Romanian coffee is still hot,
while I wait
for the green and red dragons