k poetry

"The TV-screen noice disapear violently. A young boy on TV. Alone with shadows from spotlights as clothes. The boy is freezing from within. The absolut beauty. Written June 3rd, 2001 © on Jun..."

"Words as fake crystals, rain from your mouth. The fear for silence drives you to paranoia, you need to escape. Double-mouthed beasts in your nightmares singing the song of silence. To be stuck..."

"I'm searching for myself in the mirror, but all I see is a babyface and a lot of time. -K- Written June 5th, 2001 © on Jun 05 2001 02:09 AM PST   0 • 13"

"And you walk around in Rome, with orange and lemonthrees in gardens, named Manzoni or Vittorio Emanuele. The part of the world where the history is too strong to keep on walking, you just gotta ..."

"Sometimes time do stop. Stop and hides. Moonlight can't reach down now, it's to dry. Indians are speaking the silent language. Hunted by demons, owner of peace. Can you hear the distant musi..."