Tuesday, January 28, 2020

4 heads later..

there was a time that all was but a dream
abstract and distant from reality it seemed
but then one day a decision was made
who knows if it was by the heart or in fact the head

something then happened
something then changed
a whole life reshuffled
an existence rearranged

and now when we sit down for a dinner for two..
along with the two being just me and you
are four pairs of eyes depending on our hearts so red
attached beautifully to four dreamy and wonderful heads

Monday, September 9, 2019

the wonderful rain..

if not for the pain
how would we feel the pleasure
if not for the rain
we wouldnt notice the weather

the moist soil
of the fertile sort
left me alone
deep and busy with thought

and from my mental potion
a fragrance emerged
of an emotional spring
of futures to converge

a love cracked the surface
and made space for some life
a heart became a furnace
spitting sounds of delight

so now when we stare at the sky
for an answer
there is no more a question of why
that comes after

collected by clouds
we travel together
to realms of stories
have been told forever

when you child looks into
your eyes like a mirror
all differences shrink
and float away like a feather

thank you rain thank you pain
youve done it again
without you this change
would never have begun

Monday, August 3, 2009

blink..

so she came and left
and with her the wind
rained on and swept
my heart as it thinned
the feelings of past
crawling under my skin
that had haunted my depths
as she burrowed within

without expectations
i prayed for the world
of sprawling emotions
i hoped she would swirl
in my naive devotion
for this magical girl
who'd tasted not the potion
that she recklessly hurled

at my soul and spirit
that had patiently sat
through this endless desert
of an old tale's format
breathing slowly within it
gently whispering that
this tiny little blink fit
must stay or come back

but she left yes she did
just as fast as she came
leaving me livid
with feelings of shame
upon reflections so candid
i knew i was lame
the dream that evaporated
had left me in the rain

Thursday, March 19, 2009

the kitchen sink

last time i saw her was two years ago..

i took her to the airport where the wings of a machine would carry her away..

my heart cracked and my colour faded that day..

many rains washed me since as i walked streets to dispense plaguing thoughts..

i was sure i would never see her again..

this morning i learned that some wings would deliver her back to my space..

suddenly the two years ago seemed like yesterday..

like those two years had drained down the kitchen sink..

Thursday, August 7, 2008

little blessing..

thoughts like ants running rivers through my mind..
tickling the nerves of life and torturing my spine..
sleep giving way to that mission of mine..
to understand exactly what is going on..

feelings like rain sprinkling all the time..
blowing in the wind and landing without rhyme..
converting me to the wettest kind..
of person as i try to get a grip of this internal comotion..

nothing in this madness seems to have any direction..
i could ponder it for years and still be left with misperception..
thoughts and feelings dancing in me not a waltz think head-bang..
a vicious mass duet is this insane little blessing..

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

"I thought i had a dream
i thought i had a love
i thought i had a reason for go ahead
i thought i had someone near me

It has been always easy for you
you thought it would be easy also this time
you thought i would be easy just because "in love"
you thought you could get what you need without any word.

i'll put in front of your face all things you did to me
i'll put my heart in front of your eyes
and you will see all the pain you bring for me.

you are used to don't care about how people feel
but this time you'll have to open your eyes
this time you find someone who'll not shut up..

I can cry for a whole day, for a whole months, for a whole year
but I'll stand up again and finally realize that you don't deserve any love.
A human beeing can survive even the worst suffer,
i'm sorry for you, but i'll survive also your leavin'... "

Friday, November 23, 2007

...grey sky...

A grey sky over stand the wet city, where wet men are moving nervous, breathing death, running behind a chimera…
All of them pretend to be extraordinary people with their great cars, “P**da” shoes and jeans by “*&*”...following the will of GOD of Fashion, but if you ask them who was Coco they’ll simply say “a perfume”
…all they have muscles hardly drawn hours in gym, but they will never help you to lift up your shoppers, and bright tanning even in winter…
All confuse sex with love, “open mentality and social battles” with “Going to Cuba and having fun”.. most of them enjoy cocaine, cause they are too "high class" for marijuana…-Fashion involve also drugs-…
Friendship means opportunism, respect means nothing, you can forgive lies, you can forgive crimes, you can forgive a thief and let him to represent your country… They find their GOD, IDEALS, VALUES, MODELS… DREAMS inside a multicolour box…dulled by flash sights…

I watch this miserable city, from this miserable window… a shiver run down my spine…
Oh my God, where are we going? I keep watching out the window, looking for some blue between clouds…

I know there is… if not now, one day I’ll find it… behind clouds the sky is just blue... for ever.