This morning, through the eye of the dragonfly snatched yesterday,
You looked like a Plato mixed with bear,
its placebo effect
was revolving
into a raw revolution movement:
soul around life
and life around soul.
Is it all frenzy?
Ready for gallop?

At the mirror,
with my mask in front,
Awake,
I couldn`t move.
My paint was leaking on my nose
and on my lips
and on my cheeks and on.
muses...
Paralyzed I was looking from afar,
as if from too afar,
but paralyzed I was looking
what was going on
with the light from
the house
of
mad...
It was disappearing.

I drooped my mask for a moment, please excuse me, I don`t know what was going on with myself. It fell from the wall where I was suspended on a pin. It will not happen again, once again I apologize, please forget about the incident and I ask you to... never... in the eyes... the mirror...measure... t-i-m-e...