All of me is death, from up to bottom: the lifeless hairs, twisted, that no longer yield to gravity as should all existing things on this earth; the dried up chest, the lines and wrinkles on the belly, the arid deserted sides of the buttocks, the shrivelled skin that no longer feels like living and the dark grey veins that stopped pulsating a long time ago.
I am the dead man.

What you see is what you are: reach out and touch your reflection.

I'm losing you all: each finger, each hair, each nail.
Woman, woman, woman, what's up with you now?
Well the priest has come to bless you and the nun has come to smile at you.

Stop picking your eyes, or they're gonna fall too.

You're all legs now and they've gone away.

 I remember when we were from the deepest sea, from the darkest corner of the ocean floor, the resistant starfish feeding all the time. 
I remember when millennia afterwards, feet on the ground, we became almighty rockstars that thought of changing the world. 
Somewhere along the path we lost our memories of when we were eagles flying above the sky. And the obscurity of tomorrow never brings more than you can see with an eye.

(in 2017)

Get a hold of yourself 
being lost and confuse 
believing and getting disappointed
such is life 
when you're not anointed 
who cares 
if you're not a paradise
I don't 
I'm done.

Life to Death, 
you're all white lies and dark secrets, 
fake smiles and obvious mysteries. 
I will no longer wait for it
I will no longer stay for it
I will no longer pay for it.

Let the watercolours spread and blend into the liquid of your heart made of tears and keep on hoping that one day it will hurt less.

The way I loved the people that I loved, full hearted and overwhelmed soul...

No more dark angels here, just lost creatures living in twilight.

Remember how happy we were so many years ago by the sea shore,  laying down on the beach, feeling the warmth of the sun on our skins, hearing lilac wine and feeling that the moment was perfect.