Silence.

Silence.


Silence is the reply

I hear more.

This is where imagination and choices

travel takes off in noisy


Trips that can all

Can go to heaven

but are always lonely

the travel silence.


Trips are beautiful

or are nightmares

I build in pictures

birth only God knows where.


please remove me from this sky

pull out my wings

do not let me being an angel

turn me into a man only

put me on earth


take off that my gaze away

in memory of mass

and unconnected facts

Superimposed on mess

born as the air

how to breathe


is not human is just a dream

in a sequence of moments

are built and chains

and willingly

change