Sandielle

every night I dream

about the angel beings

with celestial sandy hair

and every morning

I wake up with headache

madly obsessed

with that snow-white skin

do the walls feel how I feel?

and do the antique statues

put lipstick on their mouths?

that's correct

then, after the first chapter

I throw out to the moonless night

every god-forgotten book

forgotten like those

mean marine mammals

and think about Sandielle

too bad that I can't

sleep at night anymore

and from the distance I yell

goodbye to Sandielle