The Merchant

I can't become
a book seller:
I'm illiterate...
I can't sell lemons
in: the flea markets of the Earth
I don't know how to measure or weigh...
Pity!
Why, oh, Lord,
Should I have to become a beggar?

Music in Silence

The nightingale fell silent
when her vocal chords
broke:
she had had an operation
because ,
she sang too melodiously
for their ears.

The Verge

The elder people homes:
in high abundance
and the birds
do not make nests
in the Abyss's fields
Where are the lost days
of youth and music?
The wind spread them
just like a curse
like words thrown away
into the filthy drains.,

The Friend

Lots of friends shared
my meals ?
and we ate, we drank,
and we spent joyous moments
together...
Now, I am waiting
my only last friend.
He will arrive suddenly
to take me with him...
Then, the threshing,
and the vine?harvest
will come to an end?

Daybreak

At that hour of the day
the sun struggles
with the sea.
Who is to be the winner?
Only Death
can defeat the sun
as the stars in the sky
sparkIe.

The Beggar

I got out as a beggar,
and as a pursuer
of a drop of happiness.
Listen to me, brothers:
I beg for the good time,
the hour for the salvation's coming
But people did not respond...
By any chance,
do all of us do
the same
intimate excavations?