The future is space...

The future is space,
earth-coloured space,
colour of water,
air,
black space with room for many dreams,
white space with room for snow,
for all music.

Behind lies despairing love
with no room for a kiss.
There's place for everyone in forests,
in streets,
in houses;
there's an underground space,
a submarin space,
but what joy to find in the end,

Rising an empty planet,
great stars clear as vodka,
so uninhabited and so transparent,
and arrive there with the first phone
so that so many men can later discuss
all their infirmities.

The important thing is to be scarcely aware of oneself,
toscream from a rough mountain range
and see on another peak
the feet of a woman newly arrived.

Come on, let's leave
this suffocating river
in which we swim with other fish
from dawn to shifting night
and now in this discovered space
let's fly to a pure solitude.

And hope for the best...