Call me….

there Lost!

calling me ….calling…..  insanely beautiful
the fog, the ocean, the love
Call ! Call me insanely beautiful!

the boat’s fighting with the foams
and foams dripping in your face
Call…  call  me at that moment~ insanely beauty~

the key opening something
the desire closed forever
and you call and calling me insanely Beautiful


The Bird, the Cat , the Monster and I….

Willie The Cat


i am at a secular house

wondering ~ out there~

closed….in doubt….

and i assume that i am a little insane


peeking on a strange tree
~ sometimes green ~
and sometimes solitude ~
when it is arched by my breath

a red bird sing his freedom


Inside the house, behind a dozen of vitreous eyes…..

a contemplative cat ~dreaming~

AH! The window….the open windows



hidden in the kitchen ~ a monster ~ noisily~ resides

with its fangs open waiting for something alive

i feel that at any move ~at any glance ~at any breath~



if i change my way of look things

becoming my  vision into a glassy eyes

the cat will be a plush … forever

the bird…something mechanical

But the hid monster will remain

as he is….

So doesn’ t matter



would not be nothing remarkable
i firmly assuming to watch them
~in that way~
i am  in a chair ~ a chair with stories to tell~

~Mum outside stories~

the bird is hanging everywhere

the cat probably in a profound meditation

and The guardian waiting for my carelessness

And i hoping the return to my normal
as people and bird and monsters and cat  must be