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

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