Images fade in the memory of the sea nothing is left but the voices of Ulysses mermaids leading the sailor toward a slipping infinity Everything here removed from his shoulders the shills of memory The half of the god is wondering in the adventurer heart and what is left of the dream struck by the…

The tears the oyster gathered in the core One tear, two tears and three They became a pearl! The women wearing the tears are surging on the dance floor, with their bodies fevered by the oyster light  On the fingers, the oyster sadness is weeping! They listen to the waves inside of them One time…

 The shadow bending on darkness cane!  sinking in an orphan silence that doesn’t tell!  The deep rooted in the blood of cruel absence! The stranger is no more than the bench of the sea in remembering the heart of god in longing! The stranger who is crucified on a broken mirror! with half a mouth…

It is not a ghost coming out of a magic book what is clinging to the window They are the elusive leaves of October They came early playing with the wind the game of farewell,  not keeping one poem to the coming winter! The autumn with his full allurement,  though emerging of an exhausted memory…