A Poor Delusion

I apologize for all dreams

in which you gently touched

my thoughts and kissed

the words dispassionately.

I apologize to you for the future

that does not belong to me,

which is just a poor delusion,

a supposition with no preambule

and no ending.

You painted my heart blue,

I reach with my head for the clouds,

as pink as cotton candy.

The Sun is a lemon lollipop

I got for my conscience check.

I have your soul in my pocket,

I am not afraid of stars,

I am not afraid of thorny shadows.

I know how to live

so that everyone has the right

to hope, to personal memories,

to private dreams.