Poem To Vincent

My thoughts feel this song and live in their own way        

They’re written in a prison where I died yesterday

If you listen to me now and hear these fragile notes

And these words open the time of the window of your soul

Than you’ll realize what I’m trying to say

And when my mind is free from raging clouds and fears

It’s hiding away in an open sea

And I paint clowns and Pierrot in my mind

Loving this life that sometimes doesn’t hear me                    

But I hear it

My colours ceased their fight in the sunset of a dawn       

And my eyes saw the brightness of the palette turning stark

But I do paint rainbows even when the sky is dull

And I paint clowns and Pierrot in my mind

Leaving this life that now doesn’t hear me                      

The Velvet Part Of The Moon

Wandering alone on a solitary beach

Wandering alone on the shore

I heard a man laughing and shouting at the moon

Foolish and fearless enjoying the angry sea

Enjoying his stormy sea

Over the stillness of a crystal pool

Never be broken by a stone thrown in

I heard a whisper calling the endless skies

Sweeping away all the noises on the earth

All the greys of the tones

Like a snowflake lights the darkness of my mind

The wildness of my thoughts

When the mistral will come from the North

A new wind will turn its madness in a gentle breeze

Full of promises and fables to be told

As passing by the lonely castle wall 

I saw the King’s ruthless hand

Freeing sweetly his favourite white steed

Stroking and soothing the velvet muzzle shone

A twinkle in his eyes

The wizard shifts curtains of the world

Lilies and roses strewn on the floor

Where the children are playing a new wise game

Taught to them by storytellers who dance and play 

Living in a flame

Then the shadows will turn in glowing shapes 

Will turn in glowing shapes

When the mistral will come from the North

A new wind will turn its madness in a gentle breeze

Full of promises and fables to be told