Monday, October 6, 2014

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.


Friday, June 20, 2014

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.

Friday, April 25, 2014

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.

Friday, February 28, 2014

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


Friday, February 7, 2014

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