He is not a king
He is not a king,
Not yet a prince,
And of no where a lord,
But, a simple Human being, with the good soul.


He is Odysseys without the witty Penelope,
He is a new Peron,
With no evita to make people at him frown.
Instead he has a girl to adore him,
No, no, no not adore him, but praise him.
To praise an odysseys with no crime,
To praise a Peron with no pride,
He is all of them but none,
He can be all but doesn’t want.

A monster at first sight, but at last an angel with no wings,
A tyrant they supposed him to be, at the end a kind with no power to be weird,
He lives in never land I thought,
Now I find him walking on the ground,
With me, side by side,
I look at him once again; he was not a king as well as my not being a queen,
I’m not an Evita for a Peron, I am not a Penelope for an odysseys,
But I can be a Mercutio for him and he can be one for me.

This is your room,
Yes sir,
This is your bed and there is your dresser
There is the window,
Do not go near it
Yes sir
Do not pay attention to the attractive noises outside
Yes sir
A distance away from the window, stay and enjoy the spring.
Do not look out of the window, to see the migrating birds
Yes sir
The doors are locked
Do not knock them even a bit
Yes sir
Of course you know your place in my heart ?
Yes sir
Now come my obedient charming girl and kiss me for farewell.

Strange awful feelings,
Feelings of self-hating,
Feelings of self-wasting.
A kind of self-killing,
A kind of mind’s torturing,
Some sort of eyes’ burning,
Some sort of heart’s aching.
The barks of dogs’ hunting,
The hunger of vultures waiting.

They are all wrapped in me,
They are all gazing at me,
They are all always with me,
All laughing at me.
Lack of love and sanity,
Lack of love and humanity,
Lack of kindness and charity,
Had made a big whole out of my personality.


A lake of dirty water,
Is where, I’m drowning in,
They are all staring at me;
Encouraging the fool to struggle more and more.
A river of sins goes to it;
Sins of a single lonely soul
That, is not at all an evil but just a lonely alive corps,
With no love and no body to love still by no body loved.

no face, no name,

no heart no bold,

no hands no eyes could find me,

sorrowful in these windy skies.