The Renewal of the Dragonfly.

The dragonfly is flying high and I see the sky falling on your eyes.
Your words of wisdom and love intrigue my thoughts.
Your sounds of music strengthen my visions.
Your thoughts are magic and full of knowledge, they fulfill my ideals.
I want to go away where the trees will breathe real pure air
where the breeze just touches your hair and while
I look at the leaves fall down you’ll just light another one.
Let’s see it from the inside, Let’s look closer...
Tomorrow the closer will have no door back to where it once was.
Let’s just escape to the world that awaits.
Let the dragonfly feed our mind with the colorful ideals of the months of spring.
Let it guide us through the rainy and bumpy roads, we won't get lost
with our savior companion... nothing can do us wrong.
Let’s just immerse in the world that made our thoughts and dreams
Fly high in the sky with the renewal of the dragonfly.

In the Latest Hour of the Senseless Time

Throwing paint on a canvas, words just come out of my mouth
Touch the floor and it's getting cold
Look at the lights coming from the busy road
I hear the tic tac toe

It's 03.51 AM and I also hear you breathe
I watch you sleep and words come to me
Bite my finger, wish you were here

It's 03.55 AM you suddenly moved by my side
My dream came true so fast
I write these words while listening to the train go by and bite my finger in joy.

In the latest hour of the senseless time I discovered my path.
Two roads diverged in the middle of our shadows
Wanting more sweetness into the cold clear crystal cup
I refused to accept the madness of the now
That’s it… there is no going back

I choose the path between the empty shadows
A path where they dance around the colors of the fire
With their movements they become one
Revolting with joy that’s pouring from everywhere
Endless ecstasy with the intensity of a waterfall.

While the rest chose the straight forward path
They walk in lines marching towards the northern hemisphere
Doing everything that the bigger shadows demand.

So I chose the path between the empty shadows
Where the light reflects the splendor and the free movements our hands
In the Latest Hour of the Senseless Time

The Faded Black Jeans and Leather Shoes.

My head keeps turning in circles.
The sweet agony of wanting you.
Keeps me awake at night.
Your faded black jeans and leather shoes
Do the walk of the rare African felines.
The cherry blossom tree will be in bloom soon.
And the sweet cherries will dance in tune
With the captivating sounds of your melodies.

The seven continents will be divided more than ever
All that I can hope for is you and I to come together.

We will travel to the West where the waves are high.
Swim long rivers, climb mountains and watch the eagles fly.



Pyramids, Coliseums, Castles and Tombs.
We will meditate in the temples of the Kathmandu.
Kings, Queens, Pharaohs and Gods to name a few.
In the historic East we will discover what they knew.

We will head out with direction North. Befriends with the cold.
Freeze with the icebergs, move to an igloo. Tell the untold.
Make fire with our bodies to keep us warm.
Follow no rules, break free from the norm.

Finally we’ll go back home, to the vast and rich land of the South.
Discover the lost jungles of the Amazon and go through the unknown paths.
We will jump with euphoria from the waterfalls of Iguazu and take long river baths.
High on you.

I will take you to my places and you will take me to yours.
Eager to discover the unknown

This is all I want and beyond.
A voyage with your feline walk.
As long as your faded black jeans and leather shoes,
walk by my side on this crazy long road.

The Wanderers - after the reddish one

Strangers under the streetlights.
Strangers on a voyage.
Extracting the oil from the jasmines.
We are becoming knowledgeable about the vitamins.

If we could get them, we could last longer.
If only we could travel underground.
Let’s take the reddish one.
Grab your bags let’s go to the sunken path.

Say hi to the guy with the starts on his eyes.
Don’t be rude, shake his hand.
He is here to help.
…He is only here to help.

Tell him I remember the time he show me the land…
in the little blue car we drove around
the expressionist painting of the countryside.

Wanderers we were.
Strangers…where have we gone.
Perfect strangers what have we done.
The more we know about each other
the less, we mavericks, wish we knew.

The Dandy-Noveau-Beat Bohemians.

My throat is excruciatingly itchy and I keep coughing in pain.
My skin is golden tan, it feels like I’ve burned my brain.
My hair is getting longer and it gets messier by the day.

Santino is mad at me. Oh my dear 60’s reincarnated baby…
He misses the reckless driving and the bumps on the road. Maybe.
I guess some traveling will make him reflect.
I have to give him some love and affect.
Since he lost his shroom he hasn’t been the same.

Oh my sweet confident artist is coming back again
From the land down south, I will see him again.
It’s hard for me to understand how some people...
just don’t care. My advice: Care more, It will pay off.
Unless you want to go around with your mask of Mr. Tough.
Well if that’s so, then keep your distance, in short- fuck off.
I know miss from the east. As usual you are probably right. I overdose on caring.
I should go back in time and be the other Gemini’s twin. But why?
I want to love and give my all. I can’t say no. I rather die sharing and being daring.
I said it before, you are right. I’ll end up all torn up, like all the other times.
But it’s ok. It’s alright. Let’s embrace the past with a cigarette on my left hand.
I will drink Tanqueray, Vodka, Rum and Wine on your name.
Pass the bottle. I need to forget.
I will find a way to move around the earth with la Fee Verte guiding me by the right hand.

Blame it on the the Green Island. It’s Wayfarer Boy’s fault.
I never meant to do him and myself no wrong.
Apparently I will never change my bohemian ways.
The Dandy, the Noveau and the Beat. Will always remain.

My nails are red and my grandfather’s ring is still on my left ring finger.
My leather backpack will be set soon and my straw hat will mingle.
My dear Santino is downstairs, getting ready for the limbo.
While I sit back, look forward to the open road and the psychedelic bingo.

Le Brouillard Surréaliste

Many arguments like that.

But you are like me and it bothers me.
I shouldn’t be thinking...right?
No.
Leave a legacy.
Who cares?
So sad. No one cares.
I just want to cry so you can understand what you will never be... even though you try hard.
I’ve been looking for you, but you just can’t open up your thoughts.
Your surreal mind will never reach my standards.
You will never understand that I will always be there when the sun rises.

Ignis Fatuus

PEOPLE

Create
Regenerate
Reproduce
Initiate
Originate
Start
Build
Establish
Develop

AN

Illusion
Ignis fatuus

A
Fantasy
Misconception
Bubble
Delusion
Trick
Performance

WHICH IS

Artificial
Fake
Imaginary
Make-believe
Illusory
Fictitious
Intangible
Insubstantial
Nebulous
Impalpable
Chimerical
Phantasmagoric
Insincere

THAT MAKES THEM

Beguilers
Cheaters
Deceivers
Tricksters
Slickers


THEREFORE THEY

Waste
Blow
Burn


THEIR PRECIOUS TIME AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, THEIR

Gift
Endowment
Talent
Ability
Flair
Capacity
Power
Forte

BY CARING MORE ABOUT THE

Followers
Masses
Devotees
Claques

THAN THE

Legacy
History
Change
Revolution
Ideals
Concepts

BY CONSTANTLY THINKING ABOUT THE

Result
Effect
Outcome
Resolution

RATHER THAN ENJOYING THE

Process
Procedure
Operation
Challenge

THEY

Expect
Await
Foresee
Presume

Why is that?
Is that the life of the Artist as we know?
Or is that the life of the Fallen Artist?
Oh well...
Will we ever know?

WHY WALK AROUND IN A WORLD OF NON GENUINENESS?
WHEN IT'S STILL POSSIBLE TO TRAVEL IN A WORLD OF

Integrity
Sincerity
Candidness
Truthfulness
Honour
Virtue
Morality
Fidelity
Probity
Rectitude
Veracity
Faithfulness
Trustworthiness
Straightness
Incorruptibility
Scrupulousness
Straightforwardness

Why not be a true soul?

At the end being an Artist is an inner state of mind. Not every artist is an acclaimed artist. Not every artist is recognized.
An artist needs to be set free from the chains of society, set free to follow a vision.

Let's get real and follow the concepts of genuineness.
Concepts of freedom, honesty, beauty and love.
Let's pay some respect, honor and follow the trails of the great masters in a whole new way.
Let's revolutionize the quiet and fake revolution.