Poem Rouge

I come from nowhere
And Lead to nowhere
And I am a wave
In the ocean of time
I do exist
I breath
And yet I don’t
I search nothing
And I find nothing more or less
Than thoughts, dreams and fatasies
I ask you
What is the Spring of my desire
The reason for my lust
How can I move forward
How do I carry on
Free from whitches, wolves and mosters
I don’t want this
I only want to be free

(Poem Rouge, Paris 2001)