Fake World

* In a landscape
where I can not breathe
and where to fall
It is the agony of every day,
I wish much to see the stars shining
and make shine my eyes as they ... *

I would like to be plastic
to stop breathing.
I feel a window
-hit by a stone-
that show the sea.
Soul locked in a trunk
that can not get out.
Circuit in my veins
but my eyes are a river.
In a past beyond-protection
born a new moon to Saturn.

It is not easy, not easy.
Try to reach a goal,
like in a race,
jump too high obstacles
and dash.
I'm not much good,
I'm not so good,
I'm just pretending.
I am madness,
I am euphoria,
I'm sadness,
I am melancholy ...
Covered with steel skin.
I'm not much good,
I'm not so good,
I'm only pretending, like the world.
I am a poet
perhaps failure,
I am sick
which no longer has the road.
I am travel
that quickly loses place.
a breath
too prolonged.
a color
vanished.
I'm not much good,
I'm not so good,
I'm only pretending, like the world.