27-12-2011
Knights without horses
Wondering in a festive city
Olive green windows painted as they see,
Waiting for it to open,
A thousand moths come out flying.
At the end of the corridor,
A Sufi dancer ,
with one hand reaching out to take from god,
and the other to give to them
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
The read headed girl
11-15-2011
The free mermaid
Crawling deep in the lake
Echoing the same old words
On love and death
A girl laughs
In a loud tune
As a soprano singer
Attracting everyone to her with passion
What you see in the mirror
Is what you avoid
You look at yourself
But not for yourself
The free mermaid
Crawling deep in the lake
Echoing the same old words
On love and death
A girl laughs
In a loud tune
As a soprano singer
Attracting everyone to her with passion
What you see in the mirror
Is what you avoid
You look at yourself
But not for yourself
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The silent table
20-9-2011
When the sun kisses the trees
The comrades salute you with their transparent glasses
To say goodbye to the city that you havent been to
Waiting at the gate
A moment of silence passes
You listen to the voice of your grandmother
Singing to you before sleep
You smile
And leave
When the sun kisses the trees
The comrades salute you with their transparent glasses
To say goodbye to the city that you havent been to
Waiting at the gate
A moment of silence passes
You listen to the voice of your grandmother
Singing to you before sleep
You smile
And leave
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Your true self
6-9-2011
In a glorious festival
We meet on the flowers bridge
Once a year, we throw a tulip
Commemorating the passing of one year
You become happily miserable
The small dreams,
Are what bring us together
In a glorious festival
We meet on the flowers bridge
Once a year, we throw a tulip
Commemorating the passing of one year
You become happily miserable
The small dreams,
Are what bring us together
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The Animals Chant
20-04-2010
Pigeons’ statues ;
Made of glass;
In take-off position;
As a determined flock
A hunter with his rifle;
Motivated to hunt
The spring winds arrive;
Inflating life in them;
They aggressively fly
The black swan
In the lake, swimming
Recklessly it moves
Voices resound from afar
The owls stand throughout the night
With the sunrise;
They Hoot;
Remembering the names
On the day the forest forgot
Pigeons’ statues ;
Made of glass;
In take-off position;
As a determined flock
A hunter with his rifle;
Motivated to hunt
The spring winds arrive;
Inflating life in them;
They aggressively fly
The black swan
In the lake, swimming
Recklessly it moves
Voices resound from afar
The owls stand throughout the night
With the sunrise;
They Hoot;
Remembering the names
On the day the forest forgot
Saturday, March 12, 2011
The boy who never cried
12-03-2011
The brave knight
In pride, on top of his horse
He possesses all the characteristics of knighthood
even though he never took out his sword
In an earlier chat
About the hidden beast
That wonders in the closet
I looked at you, dressed in tears
You whisper in my ears:
Everything will be alright
In the following morning,
We were drinking green tea
With a lemon twist
I drew for you blue sky with singing birds
When the knight marched
From behind the trees
Sword-less
The brave knight
In pride, on top of his horse
He possesses all the characteristics of knighthood
even though he never took out his sword
In an earlier chat
About the hidden beast
That wonders in the closet
I looked at you, dressed in tears
You whisper in my ears:
Everything will be alright
In the following morning,
We were drinking green tea
With a lemon twist
I drew for you blue sky with singing birds
When the knight marched
From behind the trees
Sword-less
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