dEvil

Everything seems like a lie.

Every word is false, every concept is a cliche.

When confronted with reality,

darkness growls from the pores

of each corner of the earth.

Then you can’t see, sense, feel love any more.

Love disappears, one can only hear

the sound of the drops of blood.

The pure blood of angelic dreams.

Snow angels, these recycled saints are

the perfect symbols of fallible humans

with our ephemeral life.

Icaruses of Winter –

heroes whose wings melted

without making a single beat.