Richard Cedeberg commented about a line in my "Acronym of me" that it could be a poem out of it.
And it provoked that mythical creature inside of me...

To Richard Cedeberg which was asking for it


Looking out from a very old window
dolphins dancing on the ocean I saw
like brothers coming back from afar
telling me that inside I was long enough,
to fly if I had those wings of freedom
and no chains holding me jailed at home,

because I was supposed to be a wanderer
walking with legs made of strange words,
a mythical creature like in Shatara dreams
guiding us to a unfathomable magic world,
a macrocosm of exquisite nectar kisses and
where poets are revered like gods of love,

suddenly, rain used its wets fingers on the
glass pane interrupting my reveries thoughts
as the waves out there dressed in white lace,
virgins coming to its wedding by the shore,
caressed by the warmth wind of promises
from a liar lover that came and now is gone,

and I went outside, where liquid mountains
are battering against an ocean made of rocks
where ethereal dolphins would go on flying
in an sky that isn’t above but on the floor,
with psychedelic colors from other planets
and divine sunsets of a green spreading sun;

cross roads everywhere, opening oddments
to get on wandering with legs made of words,
through landscapes never seen by any man
and no guide will take him there, not before
he will follow his brothers the flying dolphins
to immortality on a mythical wandering world.