Wednesday, August 30, 2006

non compos mentis

I can´t but surrender
to the wind
and to the ocean
I can´t but remember
I´m alive.

That´s all there is:
a green heart,
in a pink bottle,
flooding in laugh.

I can´t but surrender.
Take my soul
from its drawer,
sow it in a pot
and let it grow.

That´s all I can be:
a bouquet of tullips,
greeting the sun.

1 comment:

sgenius said...

nice, my friend :)