Absinthe and Bastet

Melting candles
Absinthe bottles
Violins whining
Shadows hiding
In the dark,
Dancing.
Frivolous smiles-
Crying.
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The rain mourns its tears
-such a sad little girl-
The wind runs away
From itself.
A black cat stares at me with imperial eyes
through the dirty window,
Like it wants to steal my soul.

I see a life lived in vain
and, like the rain,
I mourn my passing:

“I don’ t have a soul! I have a shadow just like all of them!”
Such a sad little girl.

But she laughs and steals the absinth bottle
from my hand.
Leaving me – and the rain- behind.
Drunken cat…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Drag queen

Caught between two worlds
Missing the old days
Breathing clouds of smoke
Anna is crying
*
Too obvious
Mysterious wannabe
Refined but confused
A bit vulgar, a bit more aristocrat.

Delusions of grandeur
melting in the night
while the moon s unfolding its bleached hair
Over your fake lashes
My beautiful drag queen

My gentleman liar
Honest with the wrong people
Trapped in his glacial tower
Who believes nothing
but his own fearful thoughts

“I’ll wear too much perfume
to intoxicate your thoughts
make you forget your logic”-Anna said.

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I see you

I see a Victorian traveler,
I see someone i don t know;

I can t forget.

I see scars.
I see Magritte
I see insane passion
I see an ugly wallpaper.

I see nonjudgmental curiosity,
Odd humor.
I see a crazy man smiling,
I see Douglas Adams.

I see the past:
Too honest to believe I’m real.
Confusion,
Mistrust.

I see inspiration
I see power
I see your weakness

How come I’m the only one who sees it?

I see cowardice
I see inaction
I see I’m too impetuous.
I see fear,
I see I’m leaving.

I can’t forget

I see many eyes loving your mask,
I see you.

(because you let me)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Pharisees

not what it seems?
I know.

ugliness?
with all those beautiful masks
around?

past.
dead memories
inspiring words
sadomasochistic fears

present.
lost in putrid thoughts
of grandeur
life taken
for granted

thinking we’re imortals
tic-tac.

future.
fear,
without being afraid

hypocrites
fake patriots
pharisees
sadistic beings
internet slaves
scared to breathe
uniqueness

i don’t blame humanity
we’re all the same

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The painting

when i met you
cold and empty
had a mask on the face
and a cigarette
burning my dead lips
tobacco scent hair
just another black swan
on a frozen lake,
forgetting that masks never cover eyes
giving fake smiles to the audience
like a hypocrite
was trying to stay alive in a paper world
pouring my soul and
leaving behind pitch trails
with my boots
on my heart.

then,
something changed.

the forgotten man
in the apathy slide appeared

and I saw what you see

your image in a mirror
like a picture
shattered and wounded
by unknown hands
of gypsies and bad fate

i looked away-though-
i cut my hands with
cold pieces of glass
knowing that only with blood
you can stick a man together again

how much you’d give for a painting ?

 

 

 

 

 

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Green pajamas

Inspire me.
Don’t be too far,
but…don’t be too close either.

say “you re beautiful” .
without being afraid I’ll dump you after I’ve
looked at my reflection in a mirror.

Look at yourself in the mirror
and say “I’m beautiful”

Rise in Love,

don’t Fall in love.

I don’t want to be your

best friend.

just…

Say something you mean it.

The perfect

who’s not perfect at all.

Fun, not sarcastic.
a warm shadow, maybe

Passionate about something.

Honest, please.
Confident.
Smart.

Don’t be

a bloody fashion victim.
take your tag off,

I love pajamas.

And staying late in bed

wearing my high heels.

Stare into my eyes and

guess my soul.
I dare you!

And…

If you’re broken please fix yourself.
don t laugh like a “creep-who-creeps-me-out”

while you stare at others
I hate clowns.
they look too much like “joker”.

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