YAKAMOZ

New inspiration, inundates

my life without brakes

moon perfumes, rising, in silence

they joke gracefully, enthusiastically

one hour before sunset

when the sea shows up

with silence and a great expectation

everything in blue is redecorated.

The show begins

it’s party time

gold, blue and turquoise

by seagulls by the sea

between Asia and a bit of Europe

they are reflected on the border, in harmony

giving a new dream, world hope

an exceptional journey, a natural aquarium

living every time, with love love

which is still deep

tapping to the east

the reflection of the moon, a new sparkling note

when only the full moon

in the orchestra it succeeds in dancing

ALBATROSS

On a hammock of sweaty sand

solitary

at the end of the summer

from India its scent

shy, wandering

announces new stars

for that stormy soul.

Moon feet

among the marine fireflies

call of a goddess

without sun in appearance

wisdom inks

in verses of waterfalls …

Of sweaty sand

just before autumn

lumiose inks

eternal youth

THE SCANDINAVIAN CHARM

The Norwegian sky

a lot of joy inspires me

colors and shades

decorate the vault to those

who watch with audacity.

From a photograph

the image of a forest

in the midst of dawn

a brush worked.

Innovative landscapes

and mirrors of wisdom

they start that dream

they follow in silence

the most secret spaces

like small sylphs

the story begins.

It is a magical experience

not to be lost forever

is the land of fairies that

you see in the eyes

of those who love poetry

SPRING SNOW

I saw a star

as I was listening to my heart,

I was happy and full of love.

I saw a star

as I was dreaming of your gaze

there was a new perfume

that in the waves of the sea

it sounded new melody.

A Flower was born

it reminded the snow.

I grazed that flower:

spring has blossomed!

MR. BIRD

Rebel and traitor

hermetic look of it

harmless,

cursed by mortals,

fugitives at his signal.

Of anguish and pestilence

of intolerant loves

late at night, in the great cold

it

is the Mr. of Arizona.

Between Egyptians and Persians

it

is the moon of death

wandering with an ax

until the Nigerian Sea

in search of welcome, out of breath

in the form of an Apache.

Pendants and drums

honor the Great Chief

between dances and long verses

blesses his followers,

the poets of the night