The poetry grabs you, and the dark night of the streets of the city of my soul

The poetry grabs you, and the dark night of the streets of the city of my soul Stories of walking, dérive, se promener, dans la ville... One word grabs you, the other word is silent. Walking through the soul, one sees a horizon... There is a landscape of surreal and strange thread... The soul has not spoken yet the words of the little young one who brings us the sound of music and wine... There are greek columns in the minds of philosophers and ribbons of lace with the thoughts of men as fire, dancing in the nothingness of lost words and dreams... The poetry grabs you, and then Silicon Valley Artificial Inteligence horse and dogs running in the field chasing a rabbit... There is a sword fight in the Middle Ages with Mcdonald Vending Machine and Grimace, then the end of the sunken treasure of the first glimpse, a new anachist world order republic, In the Iluminati of the great number Matrix algorithm of the chosen one, the New Story of Atreyu and the great Hollywood Producers of the Atlantis Never Ending Story and The Cosmic Void of the Zero. so it continues

To be continued...