E. Avalle 9/1999
Oh dreams, now you invade me;
Deep oceans, blue lines, here you come,
Settling delicate horizons in my mind,
Gently waving through my thoughts,
In harmonic pace, but also breaking light.
So, Wondering I am, loosing myself
Over this luminist landscape frame,
Perfect picture, wrong universe;
Where feelings are owned by unruly laws;
Actions coached by unknown power.
Then, awakening inevitably comes:
Rushing out this fantastic view;
Leaving nothing else behind,
But the gloom aftertaste, a subtle anaglyph:
Of that enchanted place, shut inside my mind.
Quique.