On the exotic drop of an ideal,
Once,
I traced with watercolor
a shadow of soul:
I put a set violet
behind the sun.
after a long demented time
a moon
was holding the frame of the picture
on the wall
of the gallery
with my characters.

Visiting the gallery,
during the moments` antithesis,
you know a jungle,
my jungle:
lianas bond syllables passings
towards weak sounds.
The first day from suffering,
The first un smiled smile,
The first moment drained from the walls
(the walls of my incapacity)
sparkle of number one
through the autistic lamp.
On the schizoidal arch
the characters sparkle
of a narcissistical echo.
Lianas tie me to the bed
unleashing only
my demented characters
to cache the moon
on the walls of the gallery,
to reunite
the shadow of soul
on the exotic drop of ideal.

We thank you for your visit,
We hope this experience
has guided you towards
exit.
Good bye!