Sometimes we smile---sometimes we laugh---Sometimes we fall---Sometimes we cannot find words---Sometimes we hurt---Sometimes we wonder---Sometimes we are blind---Sometimes we find no way...

Where are the sun ?

What do you seek
along the path,
if the hesitant spectre
of an October morning
with rain has broken
the horizon ?

Looking at the setting sun;

Your eyes gleam
-oh dragon of the frogs!-
With a human brilliance.
Oar-less gondolas
of ideas ply murky water
in your burnt pupils...