viernes, 2 de noviembre de 2007


People usually dream
about impossible things.
But if impossible happened
would they keep on dreaming?


Other blue breaking day
comes onto me
after a too long night.
The tracks on the roads
long ago lost themselves
in their own golden dreams,
and the sea doesn't keep
any memories of us anymore,
'cause the waves of time
cleaned out
our impossible figures
on that remote and impossible shore.

Gold in the night

As the night was resting
in her darkest hour,
butterflies made of fire
burnt my soul.