Colors, transfigurations, the absurd, the freak
Come, come ladies and gentlemen
Merry-go-round and sweets
Welcome to this crazy show
Insane asylum for the voices of madness
Poetry and folly as antidotes to life
Vortex of vampires and of blood-soaked nurses
This is the

Spectre of death influencing our lives, you hang over us You bite our hips we undergo your second level effects You sunk us in your vortex, you cyclically return to molest our certainty. I reject

… If you drive your glance too much in the abyss, The abyss penetrates yourself with its glance. Remember every fear hides a desire And that desire means tension… Faith is the enemy of knowled

No time to be religious No space for individual research. No time to be religious Disclose your cervical case And see enlightened reality is more obscure than a solar eclipse. Don’t barricade y

I woke up from a driven coma. Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear, Ghosts with bruised bodies. Faces obscure and sting. Who don’t know anything about themselves. The night annihilat

I woke up from a driven coma
Around me bewildered glances, stunned by fear
Ghosts with bruised bodies
Faces obscure and sting

Who don't know anything about themselves
The night annihilated what they built during the day
Daylight promotes the weary comedy of courtesy

My life is made of emotions, passions and horrors, 'cause when you truly live you can even fall into deep pain my bed is made of small fresh leaves, moving slowly like a requiem my temple is made

May this poetry remain in your heart May these notes inebriate your senses This could be the last chance to light your fire Before time turn your mind to black Take a decision about your futur

… And it sings, sings… Would you mind if I die? I write about sensations, moods and apparitions, while people give parties to cover the silence. There is no sense in feeling remorse for a thin

Beautiful witch, beautiful witch
Give light to this black muddy sky
Beautiful witch, beautiful witch
Give light to this black muddy sky

Snatch darkness from these hours

Devoid of evening and morning
Devoid of stars

And funereal lightnings

There is a path w

After foggy and funereal days In a mixture of sadness and devotion, memory and mental escape I take back my life A bit confused, but more conscious of my way. I wish warm affections True emo

After foggy and funereal days
In a mixture of sadness and devotion,
memory and mental escape
I take back my life
A bit confused, but more conscious of my way.
I wish warm affections
True emotions
Absence of artifice.
I want to rock myself on my arts
Enjoying t

Earth, warmth, death. Time wasted in building inconsistent hypothesis waiting for all is adjusted trying to justify the difference. They are asking me to act without being. Mood sensitive to vari

Feel the frequency Perceive your pulse Trust the ideology To capture the ancient secret of life. I’m looking for the antidote to myself I’m working for my heart’s freedom To rid myself of