MY perfect world

Cool, interesting and curious things

Morbid and brightly alive things

Stupid, intriguing, irritating

Embarrassing, rough and futile…

All of them pass in front of my eyes,

Between the sunrise and the sunset

Pass through the eyes without realizing

I spare my energies

I try to close my mind’s windows

For the mundane things

Like a peevish and annoyed kid that doesn’t regard

As this ungrateful world

Never regarded my poor child

Having its deepest feelings ridiculed,

On all the imaginable ways

Having nothing to run over,

Writing weak and bad-taste poems

My eyes tired of seeing nothing happen

And repeating all over in a routine,

Dramatically, drastically.

To be born. To live. To dream. And die of that.

Die to the concrete.

And live to the dream,

Where everything is perfect

And I have the situation’s control.

Where there isn’t neither stereotypes nor prejudice,

And the imaginary and illusory reality

Is simple and clear.

As a perfect spring day,

In a perfect atmosphere.

May realize the perfection and be unretouchedly happy.

Run a lot.

Run until my legs give up.

Stop for a while to breath

And let the air come light and warm into my lungs.

And notice that I am alive.

And be happy for that.

To go that mountain down until the river,

To drown and stay right there for hours,

Not worrying about the air.

See the fish, the trees, the flowers and the other animals…

See the Sun lying on its death-bed and

Wake up really early to see it being born again…

Grandiose, majestic, warm and

Full of its own life

Feel the rays of the sun cover my body

Warming my fingers, frozen by the daybreak

Look at the opened and radiant horizon

As a smile…

And smile, maybe

Because no one could be happier than me in that morning

And after all of that,

Dance the nature’s music

Without the humane problems

To twirl, jump and

Fall down in ecstasy

And feel the gods of the time whispering by my ears

In a pleasant language

As the most beautiful melodies

To fain sleepy

And wake up tired, dirty and sweaty

In an ordinary bed

Of a inhospitable room

Look at myself at the mirror and have the sad conviction

That everything was nothing but a dream

And anyway,

Notice on my clothes a foliage as a remembrance

Of the most beautiful dream promoted by the soul

And get shocked as realize that the real continues

And that, will keep passing

Cool, interesting and curious things

Morbid and brightly alive things

Stupid, intriguing, irritating

Embarrassing, rough and futile…

All of them pass in front of my eyes,

Between the sunrise and the sunset,

That I’ll never realize,

Because the real world is cruel

And the body is foolish

MY body is foolish

In a melancholic contradiction with the soul

That’s wonderful and intelligent

And I prefer that it keeps going like this…

So that I can fall asleep

Dreaming about finding my friend sun again,

In a perfect world.

In my perfect world.

In my dreams’ world.

(12/07/2001)