In lingering days of discrete desperation,
Starting from knowledge, describing the unknown.
Reality is diluted in liquid emotions,
Contained in an oppressing aquarium of cynicism.
 

Borders are but a vague concept,
Looking for illusory bridges over the tsunami,
Misogyny triumphs and I repel creditors of feelings .
Seeing the absurd triviality of loving,
Since  the routine marches inexorably.
 

In spite of the sarcastic persistence of desire,
In an ever postponed act I empty the frame.
Certainly solitude will not be unusual, if lived.
And I keep strolling the coast on the sweet winter of Juan les Pins.
 
 

M. Daedalus