Saturday, April 24, 2010


Very smart indeed,
Said the bullshit owner,
The champion of dirty poetry,
Moving through a million bigger,
Stinkier shits.

Mine is better
(They don't know but it is).
I'll keep it for myself,
And maybe for some friends
Free from the shitness of this world.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Brand new

I have run out of poems

So my notebook is back,
With its crimson borders
(I don't have to tell the truth),
And beautiful satine paper.

All verses are wellcome
In my brand new corner,
Open to everyone
But me.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Red eye

In the middle of a huge, red eye
Lives the secret of my life.
I have never seen it;
But I know, they have told me;
The old fashioned family of bears
That visit me every night
To remind me
The shape and the colour of my eye.