"thirteen"

Insomnia
Running away from that
piece of quiet of the night
A monologue over nothing and everything
There is no mate for the terror of my head
It seems like the Universe is asleep
and has put me on guard
Protector of living and dead things that you all see
Of monsters, of spaces, of art
 
Resurrected ghosts of another cosmos are dancing in my moldy room
One of them approaches me and says
 
"Come!  
this is how men cure their desires
their will that cannot be done"
 
A girly ghost declines
"Don't you dare!
He's lying to you!
This is a plane
Don't answer him back
Just turn around
Speak to the Night
She is awake"
 
 
I smile and pay attention no more
My imagination is as wealthy as my old soul
My heart is wide shut
My bad luck is loosened along with my conciense
And when I arrive
in Morpheus' embrace
I am somebody else
but I am me
Visions of seas teeming with bunches of blue grapes
Escaping from the yoke of my fears is sweet
I am unleashed
for a while