Monday, December 21, 2009

Self-portrait

21.12.2009


I was young lad;
A young and beautiful lad;
Dreaming of sensational ecstasy

Pseudo-emotions
And absence from the truth
Leaves were Shattered
From the majestic branches

Got used to life
Because I avoided it

As trees I die slowly
yet I die standing

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Life through a lens

9 \ 12 \ 2009

Hours of waiting
For a trivial request
To achieve a hidden happiness
That you search at morning times

A land to dream of
With a large patio
And in the spirit of childhood
You run towards your bike
Dreaming of flying by it

Sentiments, which had died
in the midst of insomnia
you simply lie down
As your soul was sold