41.
At
the end of the rainbow
there is a door
Behind
it there is a waterfall.
Beneath
it there are gardens
with
all flowers and butterflies.
Deeper
there is a whirlpool
that
sucks my image into your eye.
42.
Horizon is the hinge
between the sea and sky.
The
face of sky is scared
so is the heart of the fisherman.
The clouds are pregnant
Rain is crying herself.
and the sea is seasick
imposing his anger
upon the fisherman.
43.
Crowded
crossroads
and the chain
in succession.
One wrong step
is enough for falling.
We seek day
with eyes closed
and with an
impotent larynx
I
shout in the vacuum:
“Life is beautiful”.
44.
The doors are
locked.
The walls are
high.
Down
bloody
fingers scratch the bricks
and decay.
45.
In the circle
of the floating ghosts
I am dancing
with a piece
of mirror in my heart
and a dead end
wisdom on my mind.
