another dream

green dreams

like hard lines

 

liquid white water shadow

 

 

tries to break it

from the inside

 

rough body

its arms like branches

I cut them both

 

human tree

I broke its eyes

 

 

and you

brush

my hair

 

 

knowing the dream

the white blood

 

 

I know

I am

you

 

 

the green turned into red

soft lines fell over

 

I

want

to be

you

you

want

to be

me

 

 

I broke into ashes

they turned into red words

 

 

I am the cells of your organism

alive

the moonlight

enters the room

and whispers

a sweet song

 

the quiet furnitures

touched by the blurry light

 

a clock

ticking each second

that passes

 

and a little vampire

hanging there

 

and any other life

 

just inanimate stuff

and its little heart beating

dream

the whisper

of a quiet landscape

 

 

hands drawing

faces

with red threads

 

 

the calm activity

of the ink

where time

flows implicitly

 

 

the dream

 

and the sunlight

living inside

its cells

face

something strange

speaks

from the ashes

 

 

someone grabs

from the sand

something said

ever

during the course of speech

body

the night sky

infinite

 

my eyes looking


a strength getting lost

inside another organism

romantic

I’ll write a message in the wind

he’ll hear my voice in his skin

 

 

and run the distance between us

 

like an animal

running through the darkness

of the night

 

 

he will find me dead or dying

and he will die as well

 

 

but that should be the beginning

human

a human being is

a box

with a heart

that beats

inside

create

dreams are real

 

 

 

 

and this dream is mine

 

 

it’s me

 

 

 

i am

a body

full of thoughts

 

looking to

become words

 

 

 

 

 

dreams

are cells of

the moving

further

dark words

run inside the throat

 

they taint

the pale skin

 

 

like a spread

 

 

their whispers

invade the silence

 

 

 

 

the body falls

into the sleep

outside

cold bones

lying

on the coldest ground