Pink Cameo

a bird is resting beyond the road

it’s snowing for centuries over her wings

bird’s claws are piercing the ground

new scales begin to grow thicker

I’m afraid to look in the mirror

there’s no one left to tell my troubles to

 

some walls are like storm clouds

blue crevices come out of the blues

a spider sleeps inside an old mandolin

all drawers are crackling from inside

the candlestick got stuck in wax

the everlastings shed their petals

 

my stomach burns from thirst and cold

I’m wrapping around me a chequered blanket

hunting sunlight specks with my plastic horse

sipping my pink tea under dawn eyes

when cherry blossoms cover every legend

I’m galloping like the knight in a tiger’s skin

 

in the room nearby

palm tree leaves are strewn on the floor

covered with antiquarian dust

beyond the road it smells like jasmines

dreams always take a longer breath

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

wonderful...cannot fault it, you are quite brilliant

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I am honored by your visit.