Of Siena’s Calling

Sweetness bears our spirit’s gains
Our soul’s anticipations guiding
The spherical gardens where

You tremble, womb of my child
The odour of life that
Opens all strange and unexplained colors

Sweetness bears a flower’s name
Suspended all over the Earth
The pink and orange explosion

Of trumpets of art and fragrance
Gold-packed ceremonies for all those
Who look for beauty on the street

And butterflies in the common heart
Sweetness bears the eternal name: Rose
The holy dance of petals falling

And the coming trance of lover’s
That never truly ends, in the garden of life
Sweetness bears a youthful name
Redness eased from the blushing heart.

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Last Protest Against Corruption

From the white podium
of my imagination, I sleep
with the dream language

of the rest of humanity
living in the republic of treason
In a world I no longer believe in

verily verily I walk the gardens there
where sarcasm has become the
dominant narrative for surviving

Nihilism, I look for the keys
Of revolution or change, but there
Are non here, politics has become

the language of mockery, infidels
the criminals who own us now
it is truly no evidence of a great soul

to live a long life here, maybe
withstanding these cruel games
From the white podium of my imagination

I have learned, how to die well
with my dream language
I trade in apparitions, and refuse
to live standing still like a dead beetle.

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