Foreword

You’ll lend yourself, again,

one ironical passage at a time, willing to trade

the old flesh pains 

for another imaginary stage,

a fresh coup de foudre on a brand new page;

Unable to tame its poisonous anchors and perennial scars,

I make my spiritual claim

still blurred inside these artificial boundaries

well- hidden into the overprotective twilight

invisible but predictable,

like the surroundable defense  

of a cosmic inner whole of magic misspells.

Contrary to your limited expectations

I won’t negotiate the tragic ending with you;

the mighty mirage of virtuality

the frozen germs of decline in one’s virtues-

and unexplored science of lettin’ go.

An unreachable consensus finally collapses

Under the sign of a clueless, iconic substitute,

Suffocated by compromising conventions

Shaping their symmetrical imperfection

Inside a so-called interlude;

We’re one step away from leaving aside the canons

Obstructing our redefined reflection,

our in-style solitude which, year after year, keeps counting

the impossibilities of an unquoted distance

Neglected only by the regained thought

of an almost-felt absence.