Micro love song

The closer you are
the more butterfly I become.
Far off you
I creep and crawl.
And then your eyes appear,
and this caterpillar bursts in joy
for you make me winged,
for your splendent countenance
matches the radiancy of your soul.

God haunted anxiety

Christian anxiety.
The art of attack
wielding one's own weaknesses.

Those days

When I was twenty
world seemed fair and straight,
no complicated stuff.
To enforce righteousness
was the answer to all evil and suffering.
I grew older and older,
to realize this:
out of the "I",
enforcing righteousness
is itself
evil and grief.

Maps

Mind's orography:
cliffs, plains, high plateaus...
Mind's hidrology:
roaring ravines, lazy rivers, murky swamps...
Mind's oceanography:
limitless turquoise, monsters of the deep...

Time, time

No time,
but events and ghosts.
A heap of fading memories
I'm told to be Me.

1st month, 19th day Water Dragon Year

Being tree in Iberia, a doomed fate.
The Doomsday scene:
Iberians wielding chainsaws.

*****

The hourglass of my skin, one day peach,
now reptile, elefant, mosaic...
The day to turn it upside down gets closer.

1st month, 2nd day Water Dragon Year

Friends scarce.
No chat, no gossip in the steppe.
Just listening
this harsh land utterances.
Every word is rather loss.