the middle of the cyclone...
feelings and the thoughts fighting...
I try to stay in there
as if this silence will protect me

my related one,
my swan-necked bird
may be hit too by the raging air

yellow water-lillies
float on the billberry coloured lake
spreading gold rings that anchor them

I feel it`s midnight again...
I enter back in the void of my heart
with her transparent shoe in one hand
and a dead sun in the other

I`d replace my eyes with her lips.
Suddenly I have to hate all the light colours
from those clothes I`m wrapped in