Smiles

Kept the box closed

For the perfection of

A precious virtuality

But is it more worth

The excellence of what is not

Than the gradual tainting

Of what happens to be?

All lips get slowly

Back to their places

After the prettiest smiles

Like an evil ritual

Of beauty destruction

How good is the grace

Of what can not be reached?

If in the realm of imagination

Anything could be anyway

Why not giving chance

To experiment and demonstrate

In the realm of what we call reality?