I wrote that about two years ago, when I started to write poetry, and really do creative writing in English. Well, for what it's worth. Illegitimate life He plays, calm. He’s never been so far, Off the seal. He plays, alone. He’s never touched the clock, Close the world. He plays, out near. He’s never shone in time, The Blessing’s sting. He plays, anymore. He’s never slipped the soft. Call him angel. The brightest day I hear the world alive, so white, Left hand cupped, looking for a cure, Chinese lanterns, try to be pure, Humble the bird flies, rape me quiet. The blue bathroom I’m a child I’m too old Break my soul I’m the devil. One umbrella, blood memory, Have no guilt I was never born, Make me believe life is merry, Hate me, hate me, October’s gone. The blankest sky I’m a child I’m too old Break my soul I’m the devil. Blue and green at the gate of gold, Shouts the bones of a dream real, Crouched soft, tightens the fate or hold, The sun crosswise the wounds, to be whole. The brightest day, I’m a child, I’m too old, Love my soul, I’m the devil. The name His name whispers in the sun fake I woke up meaningful numbers Ten swallowed messages to break ‘Read enough “Razors and dumpsters” We’ll be soon in spring, and softer You know, your father’s Gulliver What the hell this animal said? There’s something blinking in my head It’s in the air and I can’t wait All the lights have drawn in the foam Olivier told me I was late I barely smiled, I had no home R (x3) ===>>> I have come on the roof to lay Dizzy until the last minute I want to believe it’s today He’s gonna wait with me to meet The fairy tale of the green ray Funerals Flowers blossomed everywhere The air is so sweet It nearly smells candies The blue butterflies share Love liquor on the white sheet So warm, so warm, a little breeze And it is… it is… Count until it’s nearly full Nineteen, twenty, twenty one Ever been the more beautiful Nineteen, twenty, twenty one I wish I died in May Oh beautiful, beautiful May The innocence is laughing Lollipop and blush When faces of God heals Wise spinning on a swing The head high up to the hush Close the eyes, release the hands and… And it feels… it feels… Count until it’s nearly full Nineteen, twenty, twenty one Ever been the more beautiful Nineteen, twenty, twenty one I wish I died in May Oh beautiful, beautiful May Rebirth of tender rainbows To the last blueness Last cradle a breath blinds Fountains to feed a rose Let it flow be helpless A flood of crystal petals shines It blinds, yes it blinds Count until it’s nearly full Nineteen, twenty, twenty one Ever been the more beautiful Nineteen, twenty, twenty one I wish I died in May Oh beautiful, beautiful May Letter to a ghost I don’t remember who came to wonder first I wrote last night, like every nights I hoped I could make you appear With my words. Restless I sleep since I’ve known you’re not a beast They wanted to release the blur You could just say nothing and sit By my side. I love your hand as I love your soul and heart An only tender hug would do A sweet kiss on the head, too As it’s true. I don’t care what they can think of you, or me My only worry is to live It’s not in your coffin I want Us to meet. Dare I hope it will ever happen one day? Break the distance it’s not too late Maybe you don’t know all I feel As you think. Anonymous father I saw a footprint on the floor, Like on the beach, but at my door. ‘Took my mail and sat at my PC. The geeks always know you better. Maybe I should fly a charter? The truth is a flashlight on TV. Anonymous father is in the limelight. My brain is a chain of pictures, Most of them wear a bright pink shirt. I light on the TV to hear you think, When no one sees me to bother, Share genes like a vision of ink, A warrant for love at the hour. Anonymous father is in the limelight. If I hug the world, will I feel you? For all they will never know, Have I ever said how I was proud? My little Daddy of the crowd. Anonymous father is in the limelight, Anonymous father I will never be right. Maybe there's hope Fantasy in your realm, harsh rules an endless dark home. You arroused the doubt, now long, between maybe and never, overrated fame and love, has been, overwhelmed and more, the side of the left-over. Disappear, undo my lace, when I really loved your face, I wish I was overrun, undone for life to the core, prime time is better than me, than you, than life and the world, ‘gave in, tell me if I’m wrong. Fantasy in my realm, God, how much I loved your core, Nothing ruled the day you’d come, between maybe and ever, about you, I was all right, they could tell me whatever, if blind I was, t’was for love. I saw you away, head bright, poet of the sky, king, light, life, creator, bliss and more, I wish I was overrun, hysterical, out of words, they could tell me whatever, ‘gave up, tell me I’m wrong.