browsing..

go from stem to root

touch the land

feeling the smell of the earth in the air ..

the sound of the waterfall

multi-elements arranged randomly

all entering in the pores of the skin

creating other people in me

strange beings

between me and you
have much more
than me and you
what transforms us
what makes us
"another-I" and "another-you"

strange beings

the night

the place where they hide
solitary creatures
who prefer not be seen in daylight
bats and owls
manic and prostitutes
anti-social par excellence
the during day they are serious men -
entrepreneurs, shopkeepers, lawyers
false hypocrites ...

all nasty beings
dreams and feared
walking stealthily
like cats

on the different spaces, time alone
only the sound of my footsteps
following me

lights on all night long,
the city rules doesn’t stop
they are living into all the time
to leave distant
his dark, sincere and authentic
me
leave aside, silent and asleep