Dear Sunday

Dear Sunday, come with early breeze With a mild temperate sun Breached with lavender incense With a lovely bell that chime And a smile, running down the face Come with patience and with pace And with prophecy running life's race No bruises but with random perky day Karma running through the time If the day we say be yours' and mine Give an afternoon full of job And the launch your tummy can rob Then the projects on and on Until...

Rain

When it rains, my heart beholds A child inside of me awakes Sweet nostalgia, Breaking all melancholy,  With music in its gush, And the smell of fresh new earth, An ecstasy of God, An inbound romanticism With million garlands of divinity, I find serenity in your arms dear mother love.  ...

Metaphor of Time

I sold my soul to the devil For a couple of grams Of happiness Of a couple of delusive days I sold it to him; the devil For my unitary moment of hallucination I, with a world within I, a world without I sold my soul to devil, I was promised, it was a paradise, Indeed it was up to then, Time is a thief. Time you old gypsy man One morning I woke up, Time was late, The world I live in was The flipside of what it should have...