23-11-2010
Standing with the dignity of a dying lioness
She gained some weight on her buttocks
She takes off her head scarf
Tying it around her waist,
In a coordinated tempo, she dances
Spinning in a calculated speed,
Panting heavily and falling
holding her chest tight,
She closes her eyes
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Agnus Dei
21-10-2010
When they don’t smile to marsh music anymore
They have many names that you can call them with
Some are carved on the gravestones
When the skies awaits the human calling
At the time of sunrise
They fly and challenge the falcons
They spit in their eyes
Till their eyes are force to shut
When they don’t smile to marsh music anymore
They have many names that you can call them with
Some are carved on the gravestones
When the skies awaits the human calling
At the time of sunrise
They fly and challenge the falcons
They spit in their eyes
Till their eyes are force to shut
Saturday, October 9, 2010
A black corset on the red couch
9-10-2010
Red trees,
Blossoming in the fall,
Your favorite spot for a photo shoot,
Stumbling when her photo is taken
You strongly laugh
Her face frowns
She smiles then laughs
If we meet,
It’s because of love
Not because of the hate for the other
Red trees,
Blossoming in the fall,
Your favorite spot for a photo shoot,
Stumbling when her photo is taken
You strongly laugh
Her face frowns
She smiles then laughs
If we meet,
It’s because of love
Not because of the hate for the other
Friday, September 17, 2010
Pavane for the dead price
15-9-2010
River floating down the mountain
As a mother crying on her daughter’s wedding
With a drunken man’s passion to sleep
You are thrown on the bed
A lighthouse,
Spinning the light monotonously,
You are kept awake still
When you were young,
The backyard seemed like the great woods
Having “all what you can get” fun,
Till it’s time to sleep
River floating down the mountain
As a mother crying on her daughter’s wedding
With a drunken man’s passion to sleep
You are thrown on the bed
A lighthouse,
Spinning the light monotonously,
You are kept awake still
When you were young,
The backyard seemed like the great woods
Having “all what you can get” fun,
Till it’s time to sleep
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Dancing with the gods
14-7-2010
You hear her steps
on the cobblestone
in the last 3rd of the night.
You see her from 1000 feet away
Wrapping a silk blue scarf around her hair.
In a glimpse of a moment
Lights lit
I took a picture,
She disappears.
It’s the moment you remember
That you are just a human being
You hear her steps
on the cobblestone
in the last 3rd of the night.
You see her from 1000 feet away
Wrapping a silk blue scarf around her hair.
In a glimpse of a moment
Lights lit
I took a picture,
She disappears.
It’s the moment you remember
That you are just a human being
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Swimming in still waters
06/06/2010
Walking with the same pace, in the same spot
avoiding your shadow
Till the sun is lid
forcefully, attracted to fight it
Fight and you shall win
And sometimes defeated
Eventually a chapter ends
continuing to avoid your shadow
Till you change your spot
Walking with the same pace, in the same spot
avoiding your shadow
Till the sun is lid
forcefully, attracted to fight it
Fight and you shall win
And sometimes defeated
Eventually a chapter ends
continuing to avoid your shadow
Till you change your spot
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Night of counting the years
31-5-2010
What you don’t see in this world
Is symmetrical faces
From a day spent with the sea salt
Torn lips meet to moisturize
You finish your drink
To be 86’d*
*86’d could mean you have fallen from 86 steps in some bars or could indicate the change of proof in Alcohol from 100% to 86% proof upon the drinker getting intoxicated.
What you don’t see in this world
Is symmetrical faces
From a day spent with the sea salt
Torn lips meet to moisturize
You finish your drink
To be 86’d*
*86’d could mean you have fallen from 86 steps in some bars or could indicate the change of proof in Alcohol from 100% to 86% proof upon the drinker getting intoxicated.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Prelude
17-5-2010
The flamboyant red color
That attracts a child,
Red bands decorating your shoulder
Celebrating your graduation,
The red suits that adorns your body
You walk naturally
To be hanged by the neck
The flamboyant red color
That attracts a child,
Red bands decorating your shoulder
Celebrating your graduation,
The red suits that adorns your body
You walk naturally
To be hanged by the neck
Thursday, May 13, 2010
A return trip by a bus
12-5-2010
The distilled whiskey
Bleeding by the drop from the bottle,
That thin boy,
Greeting you with a handkerchief
After you depart the bathroom,
What you expect from the other
Is what doesn’t happen,
In some of us,
There is a part of something
Half god
Half men
And all love.
The distilled whiskey
Bleeding by the drop from the bottle,
That thin boy,
Greeting you with a handkerchief
After you depart the bathroom,
What you expect from the other
Is what doesn’t happen,
In some of us,
There is a part of something
Half god
Half men
And all love.
Monday, May 10, 2010
A Forest on the river bank
10-5-2010
Cover our eyes
So the angels won’t witness our sins
Let’s pray for the Greek gods
So our prayers will feed their mortality
For those who look shamelessly to the ground
Instead of apologizing
The rose remains dead
In the blue vase
With a sound of accordion in the background
Cover our eyes
So the angels won’t witness our sins
Let’s pray for the Greek gods
So our prayers will feed their mortality
For those who look shamelessly to the ground
Instead of apologizing
The rose remains dead
In the blue vase
With a sound of accordion in the background
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The Message
2.4.2010
crossing her standing legs
on the beach
In a mid overcast day
stung by the cold water
That felt hot
Knowing that she wouldn’t depart her place
Unless carried on her back
crossing her standing legs
on the beach
In a mid overcast day
stung by the cold water
That felt hot
Knowing that she wouldn’t depart her place
Unless carried on her back
Thursday, March 25, 2010
On a roof top, downtown, Winter
23-3-2010
1:30 AM
In a family gathering;
Everyone chitchatting
All what he desires;
Is his friends wife
They all were infected;
By some kind of deafness
Not listening to;
Except what they desire
There are still some beautiful beings;
Who clap for the piano player;
After every piece
1:30 AM
In a family gathering;
Everyone chitchatting
All what he desires;
Is his friends wife
They all were infected;
By some kind of deafness
Not listening to;
Except what they desire
There are still some beautiful beings;
Who clap for the piano player;
After every piece
Friday, March 12, 2010
It’s not our time to meet yet
3-8-2010
A girl that can’t bare children
Sitting at the bus station
Waiting for bus 2412
Remembering that day
When we leaned against that tree
In an early morning
Kissing life
While the sun lightens up her freckles
Then she remembered,
Some are beautiful
Some are ugly
And some are in-between
A girl that can’t bare children
Sitting at the bus station
Waiting for bus 2412
Remembering that day
When we leaned against that tree
In an early morning
Kissing life
While the sun lightens up her freckles
Then she remembered,
Some are beautiful
Some are ugly
And some are in-between
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Green Dress
15-1-2010
The comfort of the reflected light on a mud colored shirt
Passing through the window
The smell of fresh morning bread;
While lying down in primitive thoughts
Passing by her;
She greets you with her wet hair
Her shy laugh,
That hides the defects;
Dreams die before they rise;
On a day, like this one
The comfort of the reflected light on a mud colored shirt
Passing through the window
The smell of fresh morning bread;
While lying down in primitive thoughts
Passing by her;
She greets you with her wet hair
Her shy laugh,
That hides the defects;
Dreams die before they rise;
On a day, like this one
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Girl with the brown hair
28-12-2009
To: Lavinia
When we played together
On the Green Grass
That is washed with rain
That smell
Stemming from the cut-flower
which aroused me to kiss you
childishly, you play
you fall and get grumpy
Then you smile in Fun
I Remembered
Remembered myself
Remembered you
When we sat down in the shade
To enjoy the sun
To: Lavinia
When we played together
On the Green Grass
That is washed with rain
That smell
Stemming from the cut-flower
which aroused me to kiss you
childishly, you play
you fall and get grumpy
Then you smile in Fun
I Remembered
Remembered myself
Remembered you
When we sat down in the shade
To enjoy the sun
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