Animals don’t lie,

Dominates me, humanly,Inundates me constantly,Morning, night It sings to meOh sweet World of fantasy!There I live completely Free,Only me and Poetry,There the Ideal is possibly,My sole true love, romantically.

So much greed,So much lying,And amongst, all the trouble frying,We can see the Hate,Promoted by the devilsThat anticipate,The fall of Democracy.The devils that speak for ‘the common good’In a thunder bolt of ‘Hypocrisy’When all they care about is Power for themselves,And perpetuating, blurred futures by no one understood.Pray and pray hard that thereMay be some…

The words of love you say to me,Amazing velvet, lovingly.You’re voice, your words,So dearly heard,Remain inside my heart,A secret of love’s mystery,Where voice plays such a part.

Art, a glass of fine French wine,I need no other trophies.

Life is so short,Happiness scant,Always looking beyond the Stars,Things are too close or maybe too far,Like unstable mercury,You cannot catch,Love lingers on,Of life the sole match,You’ve got to win it,And then, you’ll know then,That Love makes Life,Start over again.

Of dormant talents and emotions,Hidden devotions,Let’s hope it’s never too late,To drink from this magic potion.