Rock in a full moon night. One night and one day - 36 hours - to the wind. Without ceasing to dig 
A flash of poetry, finally, a couple of nights ago. Do not you find that it is so long that you do not write until it begins again, eh. The photo is not doctored. Tonight the moon is full
I finally feel more empty
almost
light.
Today, a giant rainbow,
whole arc, dense
the entire range of 7 colors
embraced the view of green hills
Spring
damp uninhabited
bit of the wild world
wedged between the city-country-roads
part of nature's breath-
triangle shelter. Today
lightning, and lightning many
giant
then fill in thick clouds
fulminant
quick time on the lawn when it is sown
THANKS! Thunder Quick March
that seemed almost left us this April
arc in a flash light
dense
persistent
with his double only apparent
trans-parent
then clear full moon
moon and stars
frogs begin to sing and I also
(So too are frogs? They shoot, they are running water in ditches, and are daisy dove, fox and wild cat? They're are not any!)
Air Wind
alone opens the door of the house
inside of the outer glass
wooden
is closed but the wind pulls
half closes the door and just when I think
all
and nothing.
Air
Wind
Moon Light
Arco Baleno
Lightning Lightning
Real Time
Frogs Sprouts.
The dogs bark more at night
for some time.
The cat is always on port mammone
Arturo instead of red and is always fascinating
far
presumably goes to cats.
It 's a cat in style. The caco
transplanted in a hurry maybe
died despite the placenta of Elisa & Alice
planted near
(in Wonderland)
or just slower than others.
Bowls abandoned rattle in the night wind moves
a full moon night
and now I write the wind is even stronger.
Night bright and clear
delay
and I finally rediscover writing
with a keyboard
because I no longer a secret notebook, the last
not yet started and finished the first victim
are therefore
the speed of the keyboard dry
but not without magic.
Only
is a greater detachment
I deal with life
halfway between the old one on the ridge
're almost on top of the hill I
n top of the hill is Hello
fame ... mama ... you'll see that I win! and new around the corner
the smell, the desire, I-
we are creating the Universe and I
Reckless life
but mostly I look
I repeat
who I am and where I go
.
Lightning
arrows
strong wind
arc flash
full moon
life is falling crumbs
embrace of loneliness friend
time
expect me to hoe
the breath
is out storm
the world is a mess
I live with my head too hard
insensitive to his own heart dancer
stupid rabid dislike
today
irritating
do not like this
his hand and I wonder
but basically I
not care I enjoy the sound of the wind and aspire
clarity
eyes clear
there is no end to this poetic
there is no end
yes or I do not care
I do not care about anything
today and tomorrow
I do not care I just do not
care about anything but just feel
feel closer links between similar
thin
or not I'm afraid I'm afraid if I
of happiness.
not sure of Liberty was also
anyone or anything.
Maybe it's just the wind
I love.
So I let the words go
and go outside for a moment,
in the wind.
I'm going to sow dreams and desires.
is about to begin a new era
and I'm here now.
The rest do not care.
I care only
wind or the wind takes me like a Mary Poppins
fussy and anarchistic
but more rock.
And the more a farmer.
Rock farmer. If I knew the music I like to write songs
but they gave me just the words.
And I thank them.
Give my regards to the stars, the distant planets,
when I'm here on Earth, planted
not want to know more
thank you but I just
a wink of an eye from time
time and arc flash
.
E 'this arrogance? is independence?
is blind faith?
is simple trust?
as when Maya gave birth in his bed one night of Jan. 2 for a few years ago?
It was a great wind
now that I remember.
It is not known.
We are connected, always on the usual screens.
And like last year,
same beach, same sea. Keep in touch
