Friday, September 29, 2017

Now I speak


I dreamed last night;
For the first time; in ages
I do not know what that means ?!

My dreams never come true!
That’s when I stopped dreaming

Reality hit me!
We can not change what happened
But we can change what we feel about it

Friday, July 7, 2017

The last scene


I narrate my own story,
To hear it for the first time.

I saw her last night in m dreams,
I hesitated to ask her,
So we didn’t have a picture together.

I became a prisoner of m thoughts,
Like wishing to save someone,
However, caused their drowning.

Like a shadow of a man,

Who was a hero, once upon a time.

Friday, November 11, 2016

Chi Mai or Whatever


I spent a part of my life smiling,
The smallest part,
When I used to sit next to the fountain>

I always liked to talk a lot,
So as not to feel  lonesome>

I dreamt of owning children toys,
Something to look forward to in my youth,
To remind me of my childhood.

People posing for pictures,
I ask their permission to join,
To be part of their life.

Once again,
I forgot what I should have remembered

Saturday, March 26, 2016

An owner, remembered a picture


The voice of the living, stops!
I go to the graveyard, to hear the dead..
Even if, there was silence.

Have you heard of the absolute serenity?
That quiet place,
Where its listens to you without complain,
That burial site!

Next to a lemon tree, a child..
Reaping the harvest,

To squeeze a cup, for him, for her

Sunday, February 21, 2016

The Legend of the dream of spring


He is eating the loaf of bread,
After he had bought it from his favorite baker.
He hasn't finished it , and disappeared!

The baker searched for him everywhere,
And couldn’t find him!

He took the remaining pieces of the bread,
And decorated the bakery entrance,

Maybe it's owner will show up someday!

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

At the beginning, there was the end

To Lavinia

Me, then the flood,
As Noah proclaimed.
There is no longer shelter,
Unless you are a couple.
You see them from a distance,
Each with its partner,
Walking in a calculated pace.
Why wasn’t I born a bird?
Spread my wings

And avoid drowning.

Saturday, June 27, 2015



The owls, delivered the pasture’s news at night,
Emphasizing its ruthlessness of life.
As to all the end is inevitable.
Unlike the cohesiveness of the jungle.

In the past, the animals used to talk,
Eagerly listening to the lion,
As he shared his impossible dream!
Leaving the jungle and once again possessing the pasture!
To accompany his pride and eat meat,
Yet time passed to no avail!

To the grass eater,
This lion’s obituary was written on tree leaves,
As a nice gesture from the jungle members.

The birds collected the leaves,
And spread them all over the pasture,
So maybe someone will hear the lion voice in his story.