- A LETTER FROM BARBARELLA - I

Through the space

between your eyes

there are strange planets

there are many lies...

The scars of butterflies

and pierced witches

swerve to your hand

and vanish in the walls of

your skin.

The abduction comes

unasked and yet knowned

you're

the flying flowers

thet run and flow

through those butterflies

that stand so low.

These dimensions, I'm sorry,

for me they are real

that's the way I feel.

My blood is turning into

anaemic water.

Look at the vault

that my soul makes.

BARBARELLA