Jungle

Learn all you can

& survives

If you can't, shoot yourself in the head. M

Solitude jingle

In silent

Your mind is in silent

In the morning, you weren't in the bed

I can't say goodbye

No, when you're no longer there 

I feel your non-existence

In silent

My mind is in silent

I can't cry

& my heart beats slow

In silent

I sing to the loneliness. M

Someone missing

I waked naked, started to walking

with the rising sun, I walk fast to touch its rays 

I was bathed for night.

In the river, my hair had a small crystals 

& in my skin, inside, large thorns, I pull them

& the end, there was a white flower

but I, let her go.  M

Mirror

I wonder if my old self would know the answers that I'm looking for,

When lived with my family & I didn't forget what I had reading

& breaking memories was simpler.

I don't be stuck mom, it's just that off and on, I don't find myself in the mirror. M

Blueberry song

¨It's easier to go with the wind, between violins, on a winter morning, when you know that everything is dead & cold.¨

Cry down in rain,to simulate dew on the face

it's better forget, I guess

People always incoherent & offensive

fearful of the truth, disastrous with the bustle.

Rough

But if I have to say something, I will say it

I will not let freeze into my throat

Life makes no excuses

It's true that I always walk towards the moon

& the only thing I have is my blueberry song

I know it's not easy understand me

& understand us at once

It becomes increasingly difficult to hear how the silence comes

& the warmth of winter

When you go & time erases your eyes from my mind

& you, the notes with I touched you. M

l'adieu oiseau

I had a dream, I was standing in front of the mirror, with the same face, what are you now?

In the same paths, but suddenly you're not so young anymore

Do you still do what you love or it's just a memory?. M

Lilac

Hope is a flower stored in the box

Like Schrödinger's cat, time runs

What is it?

Talked to my friends, talked to myself

Humans blame when something makes them feel unstable

But that's not me

Be complicated, said to be my problem, melancholic, suicidal-depressive as surnames

We follow our instincts, we can't blame nature for the fear of our hearts.

The truth, I can't finish this poem

I can't finish something that never existed

Something that just lives in my mind

The only thing there I can do is: start over

& to look at the cat's eye again. M