watch out, happiness is us
Psst, watch out [here I come] set in
a new collection of bottled poems
built by the neurons and electrons
of the psychic sounds, fine merged
in many curtains of stars created
in the hours of dreams and painted
with the sea's ink, also voted by sun
in polls of the moon while our mind
and soul perfume are mixing smiles
for happiness is us in the New Year
