When I was young

4-1-2014

To: Lavinia

A kid in the morning,

throwing bread crumbs to pigeons,

so as to run after it and laugh.

A woman in the afternoon,

looks at the pigeons spiral movement,

hoping for a solution to her eternal predicament.

A man at the beginning of the night,

throws rocks at the pigeons,

as its shit ruined the square.

Winter of discontent

20-6-2014

The monk promised him salvation, 

Thr writer promised him a chant commemorating his championships,

The wife  promised him children bearing his name,

And his father promised to pray for him.

He is a war hero,

Died after killing everyone.

Hang the victory icon

As today's friends died

Before they became tomorrow's enemies.

Nocturnal Promenade

25-04-2014

When he told their story, he smiled

When she told their story, she held his hands

All the nocturnal chats

And the coldness in the morning

Disappeared

Their memory began fading away

What they have left are some adventures

But when you own the flower,

Its already dead.

Me and Her

20-02-14

With Nostalgic eyes,

She saw me as a child

In our backyard

When the clown called upon us:.

Let's have fun, the Ferris wheel has arrived.

It lit the whole street,

So we played all night long.

The small bird might dream of flying,

If not,

At least it built its nest up the tree

The boundaries of life

03-12-2013

Tame your imagination once again

As you have reached the final stop.

Few steps away from the ship

Your life became like Verter's pain

Without the suicide

As Michelangelo 

Without his chisel

And Chaplin 

Without his smile 

The violin player still sings

The gypsy songs, out of tune

Deafening the ears