The meeting

The love story has ended
She met whom she calls her beautiful boy
It's the last time they meet

Kissing in gentle violence
Feeling cooler than the morning coldness

The meeting was in the early morning
She smiled And kissed his hand
When he saluted her in basic French

The tree survives
When the lovers sit beneath it
To enjoy its shade

The last night

18-12-2012

The sun falls

And the lamps get lid

And the first part of the night shines

You stand there, next to that bar

Awaiting your trip to the oasis of dreams

A boy passes, begging for his daily meal

Afterwards, an old woman carrying what she can from her shopping

You slowly inhale your cigarette

The bus comes, and waits for so long

You look at it, then at those who passed

You leave it and go where you belong

Good old days

9-8-2012

I wish I took agriculture as a profession

But I am a painter,

So I drew her a Jasmine tree

And picked a flower from it

Knowing her love for it

I hope she does smell it

And smile

Images from the past

24-05-2012

I will be near you, wherever you are

In your dreams floating like a shadow

When our song is played in a café

You will find me whispering it in your ears

Don’t want to see you shed a tear

Our dreams lie ahead of us to achieve

All what I hoped for,

Is to be a singer

Just to sing for you before you sleep

Appassionata 2

11-05-2012

You will be cursed once again

You go along with the sea waves

At the bottom, Fish is calmly swimming

Despite the waves

In the eyes of every mother

A mirror, the child sees himself for the first time

Then you will know that any feelings,

Are real

Song for remembrance

27-04-2012

Let’s start from the beginning one more time.

In the green pastures, dead trees

Trying to wake up from their slumber

Bird spend their winter signing,

songs about love and death

He is a young child running on the beach

With his kite

That wonders the skies looking for clouds

The Shadow of the tree

17-4-2012
Draw a portrait you see yourself in
Where face change by season,

Wait for the ship's smoke on the horizon
It approaches you, with your internal rhythm.

All what remains for you,
Is a song she will remember you by