Hysetria

It is not just the scars,

it is the landscapes; dry

It is not just the tears

it is a room; empty

It is not just the numbness

it is a search

I crossed unknown roofs

Measured the lights

Hoping for the Greatness

of uncanny heights

It is not just the blue and the red

it was a urge to fed

It is not just a slap

it is a world divided, apart

It is not about me and you

it is about stealing fire

when the house burn down

I wandered through flammes

stray in the air

for a scattered jaw

of words unknown

It is not just the love

it is a hand over the night

It is not about the blood

it is about pagan laugh

I crossed unknow bodies

Measure darkness

in a sardonic smile:

I was gone

Picture: Lissy Laricchia

I Wolf

I wolf, cold wind,

fur made of beatings, the night

has slits my throat,

you stand still, within death reach

and only a thin blade set me apart from you

but i let you go, as i always do.

Je suis loup,vent froid

pelage fait de battements, la nuit

a tranché ma gorge,

tu restes là, à portée de mort

et seule une fine lame me sépare de toi

mais je te laisse partir,comme toujours.

Picture Lissy Laricchia

Seaward

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Fool

If only our shirts wear

off :

I feel like a fool

Picture: Lissy Laricchia

Off The Sun

Turn your heart

Hide the sea

Passed the city's lights

we'll never be

On the sun

or

Off the sun

We can't decide

Where to meet

And I faint

Wash me spin

Across the borderline

Passed the city's lights

We never meet

On the sun

or

Off the sun

Set the fire

We can't decide

And I faint

Beneath the skin

Washed away

Across the sky

White struck white

Passed the city's light

Swollen heart

We can't decide

On the sun

or

Off the sun

And I faint

Picture: Carles Rodrigo

Telos

I swear I've seen you smile

Inside some swiftly dream

Trying to amplified the sun's light

With your pride and your hard on

'' I am no son of God''

As my skin was crawling

Peeling off ages

of disappearance and

teardrops pages streaming;

The book of life has been

quiet empty lately

shooting blanks of

heavy lifting

Nothing wrong has been done

Once passed the morning

who's only longing was

to begun

Universes danced in riot

in thousands of meaningless days

Chasing clouds

and I swear I can't recall your face

on my pillow

seems like your existence left no trace

all the love and images are so slow

without gravity to embrace them

as we sink and sow

You're claiming it's YOU

the one screaming

and this ain't new

to any of

us

but am not sure that's where

we'll be

reborn from the sea's

semen pearls

Nights after nights

the stormy sleeps thorn us

into deviant myths away from

every world's we've ever known

I swear I've seen you smile

when you realized you were alone.

Picture: Carles Rodrigo

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Northern Morning Art.

Picture: Steeve Lemercier