Eclipse

Mute is now the word
Useless
Everything went dark
The parched earth
Turned to red trails
Of dark Blood

Beaufort Castle - Highlands of Scotland

Melancholy sonata

Reality is an earthquake that twists your bowels
makes the earth the houses the mind explode
At 7.40 the train did not pass
but the chandeliers were still rocking
The earthquake saved us from pity
landing all good intentions
which is known to pave hell
And even if we weren't really happy
because the opera was not completed
and the music was silent forever
we could finally think about the future

Big brother

Mechanical lives
of a material world
aspiring to be human
The Big Clocker lurking
in a magical darkness
rules our destiny
Maybe it's not good or bad
even not indifferent
unfathomable purposes for us
Nothing we can do
but keep believing
to be free

Virus

We live segregated in homes
like in a war bunker
We crawl masked and lonely
on deserted streets of infected cities
Every person every object can be lethal
We no longer trust anyone
A microscopic being
a crowned virus
contends our life
In this strange dense fog
of the last spring
the future vanishes
like everything else

Original sin

In the original garden
a maiden was prowling
Eva beautiful and virginal
however a little dreamy
Gaily went across the lawn
heedless of everything
scenting like rose
light winged heart
Adam also fluttered
all day playing around
in the great river swimming
so the day passed
On the big tree in the sun
the snake stretched
he was angry "but what people
offspring are also at risk here!"
With words like honey
he called the two stragglers to him
"please eat these apples
that you will then be saved"
They were a little special apples
with radical effects
Eve and Adam then paired
and the offspring was generated
This was the fact that really
finally saved humanity
all the fault of the snake
just a nice impertinent

Castles in the sky

Sometimes I close my eyes
a light comes on
it is a widespread flare
a vehement heat glare
it comes from above
from where you don't know
brought by a messenger dove
but who will it show?
The soul is tired
I don't want to think
that number isn't right
there's nothing to cling
this heat oppresses me
it takes my breath away
my mind tarnishes here
I want to sleep today
In sleep there is a dream
and I'm running away
I worked so hard upstream
it's really an agony
I would like to wake up
but I'm an asleep bream
I intertwined my hands
to ease the pains
Open the door for me
my beautiful lady glee
I live in a deep trance
on a castle up on sky
on the edge of a dawn
floating on the clouded night
I feel a strong wind
that takes me away
let yourself be lulled
by this fantasy pulled

Left behind

To which god do the excluded belong?
Not to the God of the Churches
Not to the State not to Society
They are my children your children
With their dignity suppressed
Without a life without a future
Nobody's children as all failures
Deceived and thrown in the deep end
From the presbyopia of fools
Who see a distant suffering humanity
But are blind to the near multitude

The last wave

The last wave
overwhelmed everything
our dreams
our future
It swallowed
beauty and ugly
good and bad
people and animals
And after the huge din
it left an even stronger silence
But we were among the survivors
And life went on as usual
indifferent to our memories
and to our pain

THE EDGE Art Gallery