At the beginning, there was the end

To Lavinia

16-12-2015

Me, then the flood,

As Noah proclaimed.

There is no longer shelter,

Unless you are a couple.

You see them from a distance,

Each with its partner,

Walking in a calculated pace.

Why wasn’t I born a bird?

Spread my wings

And avoid drowning.

Rhapsody

19-06-2016

The owls, delivered the pasture’s news at night,

Emphasizing its ruthlessness of life.

As to all the end is inevitable.

Unlike the cohesiveness of the jungle.

In the past, the animals used to talk,

Eagerly listening to the lion,

As he shared his impossible dream!

Leaving the jungle and once again possessing the pasture!

To accompany his pride and eat meat,

Yet time passed to no avail!

To the grass eater,

This lion’s obituary was written on tree leaves,

As a nice gesture from the jungle members.

The birds collected the leaves,

And spread them all over the pasture,

So maybe someone will hear the lion voice in his story.

Pianola

To: Lavinia

26-02-2015

Listen to the guy, who lives in a box,

His story hasn't ended yet!

He seeks his own trick,

To impress the attendees.

As the dream of appearing in comics,

As a hero who can fly,

High above, like a flock of birds.

Yet, the eagle is still the king of the sky.

Ordinary capabilities

To: Lavinia

01-02-2015

A walk at noon

With those who have little time left.

In a snooze of time,

We only have the past to retrace

As the future became insignificant

Like pre-death promises

To a woman laying down

In the hope she will feel you.