Old fashioned

There was a time when the young ladies walked modestly
in their ethereal white garments and floral hats
along the fragrant gardens of those old country houses
With delicate umbrellas to protect
their white cheeks from the blinding sun
It was the time of grace and kindness
of the quiet talk in the slowly flowing time
A mythical age and a regret
Only old fashioned remembrances
like that solitary ancient table

You are

To my eyes you are a shining star
Spark of dawn in the rising sun
At the touch you feel as oriental silk
Burning skin crossing the mind
And you have of a mother the milk scent
Breasts of Love in turgid sternum
My tongue savours wave of sea
Emerald smile in a mouth of salt
Ethereal Song of Ancient Sirens
Pure nostalgic magic hope
My beloved my heart my Candid Bride

Beyond the window

Beyond the window
in this ancient house
that smelly spring
of vanilla flowers
which saw your appearance
purple in the purple
now it is back
Among the camellias and hydrangeas
you are there too
but we no longer are the same
Become frail and bloodless
this overwhelming wave of life
shakes us and leaves exhausted
now inhabitants of the penumbra

Leaving

I should cross those distant bridges of light
navigate on the luminous vessels of the horizon
towards unknown destinations to distant islands
But this is my home
where my love awaits
and the night does not divide
Here the oceanic phosphorus has no dominion
nor are arching the white sails
crooked fantasies of invented stories

Nightmares

The hellish black and yellowish machine
was lurking in the darkness
it mockingly looked at my subtle nightmare
The machine will kill us I feel it
it is waiting for a my smile
we can leave tomorrow you told me floating on my arms
Meanwhile the water rose from the earth
it was a wither shade of green
and it made me suffer from the looming presence
of those twisted copper tubes
I wanted to be still high
on the false cliff of the impossible dive
But I was instead in a distressing dream
in front of the threatening machine
We are my dear cannon fodder
the machine will finally crush us