Seethrough I was
when just born
-diaphanous-
so fragile at fingertips touch
swift and soft and sweet
glued to my skin
when asleep with random
monochrome dreams
virtually imprisoned
you open my eyelids with a prism
such a kick of empiricism
waking me up to see my own eyes
yes, mine
I've realized
I grew up in only one night.
My thoughts float in the universe when I am awake
thousands of shades of blu
millions of complementary stars of golden hue
keeping so true with one planet in my chest
which remains...
so endlessly pure.
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Riccardo Matlakas
www.matlakas.co.uk
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Riccardo Matlakas is best known for his multi-talented capacity in different art forms including performance, dance, painting and, sculpture.
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