Kaleidoscopes

Wicked wide eyes, kaleidoscopes

Pleading, whispered voice, dilated pupils

Dressed as the Moon, flowers on my hair

Lying on the warm sands of a Brazilian beach

Feet bathed in the turquoise waltz

Of our heavenly sea

Strawberries juicy on our lips

Feverish, sweating in heat

Drunk, High Hopes on our head

New old books never seen

And photos of a thousand revolutions

Sweet poetic terrorism

The phantom and all LPs from crazy collectors

While we are powered with solar energy

I confess: I see, but only through the screen

I live in this exceptional, very well-adorned world

Of rich pixels in detail

Both beautiful and terrifying neon lights

Trembling in my mind, I'm blind

I feel it so close when the buttons allow me

No, not the flower buds

But from computers

That lead me to the most beautiful oasis

Within a wireless world

Well chosen, worked and thoughtful characters

There are so many letters, images and mirages

I wonder if I'll ever feel

My body again, in fact, alive

I feel the weight of the whole world connected

The screen blinks, flashes and collapses

But our hands are always full of seeds and ideas

I arrive, sneaky, I embrace you smiling

You look at me, your kaleidoscope eyes shine

Syncronized breathing and touching

No clothes, no documents

About the lost sands, under the starving stars

Howling at the mother's show

Listening to the father's orchestra

Hypnotic kiss and bright eyes

Libertas quæ sera tamen

Freedom before it's too late

Insinuating bodies

Kaleidoscopes