A red shudder
passes through me
I’ve opened the doors
to the silence of unknown musicians.
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
I fly, I slide, fast.
I’m all hot about a maybe painted in the air.
In the paradise of dreams, one of them knocks determined. Travel.
For immagination, for reality, for abyss.