Here is a small flash of my madness, condensed into a poem dedicated to a night out with my friends, which ended with an overnight stay for a few minutes ...
Night walk
The unknown is always new gates are open the night
The white line runs from tired feet and then follow
Detached quiet moments alone, never mind the spirit
gaze focuses on pairs of lights darting .
heat and torpor invade and lull the heart and mind
The green glass cold fluid reaches the lips
frozen bitter and runs along the gorge
Its chill stops chest
Stranam
body mixed fire and ice in the body. coffin nails and hands turn a flame known
silence and sighs accompanying steps wandering aimlessly
Who knows and agrees with the way young and crazy.
eyes and thoughts meet, mingle
words and smiles and a sense of order and harmony disappear remains
Memories and concerns fade into the darkness.
's atmosphere and fraternal feelings
melt the minds and dreams of the future change in each one
away and watch the stars illuminate the road
shadows that happy family through the darkness.
Slow pace back to the shelter of the random drops of sleep
Lying several neighbors and friends on the couch
Remnants of jokes only gestures and sentences at the end of the night lightning
Sleep comes with the light to put the seal of clear crystal immortal
I remember the moments together consumed. He lived
perhaps those who have not passed through the gates last night?
Did you like? It metterrò someone else every now and then, just to bother you ....
Until next time, Your Mad Poet