HALLOWEEN

 

HALLOWEEN

In the middle of autumn,

When the leaves,

Are falling down of the trees,

When the clouds,

Have conquered the sky,

And the storms,

Are waiting for the next murder,

For the next war,

For the next trial,

The spirits are waking up of their thombes,

The witches are waiting for the last fight,

To blow the candles out, 

To switch off the light,

To make the Demon,

King of this night,

To make the black holes,

The army of this dusk.

HEAVEN IN SCOTLAND

 HEAVEN IN SCOTLAND
In the Atlantic coast, nearby the sea,
Where the landscape seems to be,
Made for a fairy ancient tales,
Where the mermaids are living with whales,
A stone house dwelled by fishermen
It’s lightened up by the sunshine,
It’s lightened up by the moon,
In the middle of the twilight,
In the middle of the night.
The rowboats, coming back to the harbour,
Are guided by the lighthouse;
Dancing in the waves,
The ladies are waiting for their slaves,
With rum, with moonshine,
With wine, with whisky,
To get themselves drunk,
Looking up the autumnal sky,
While it’s starting to rain,
And they gain,
Again,
The fragrance of love.