Dreams that come out

Princes of crystal,
Buds of sun,
Dreams that come out
On your lips.


Eyes of cut glass,
Flowers of ashes,
Dreams that come out
And don’t announce.

Maple flowers,
Lost images,
Dreams that come out
I don’t know where from.


Clouds of mustard,
Sad sky,
Dreams that come out
Continully.

The rancid sun,
Blue instants,
Dreams that come out
In our lives.

Perhaps

If there was no sun
Who would warm me up?
If there was no sea
Who would rejuvenate me?



If there was no moon,
Earth or the pride rime,
Perhaps, if there was no life
I wouldn’t have been in this world.










16th of June 2002