12-5-2010
The distilled whiskey
Bleeding by the drop from the bottle,
That thin boy,
Greeting you with a handkerchief
After you depart the bathroom,
What you expect from the other
Is what doesn’t happen,
In some of us,
There is a part of something
Half god
Half men
And all love.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
A Forest on the river bank
10-5-2010
Cover our eyes
So the angels won’t witness our sins
Let’s pray for the Greek gods
So our prayers will feed their mortality
For those who look shamelessly to the ground
Instead of apologizing
The rose remains dead
In the blue vase
With a sound of accordion in the background
Cover our eyes
So the angels won’t witness our sins
Let’s pray for the Greek gods
So our prayers will feed their mortality
For those who look shamelessly to the ground
Instead of apologizing
The rose remains dead
In the blue vase
With a sound of accordion in the background
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
The Message
2.4.2010
crossing her standing legs
on the beach
In a mid overcast day
stung by the cold water
That felt hot
Knowing that she wouldn’t depart her place
Unless carried on her back
crossing her standing legs
on the beach
In a mid overcast day
stung by the cold water
That felt hot
Knowing that she wouldn’t depart her place
Unless carried on her back
Thursday, March 25, 2010
On a roof top, downtown, Winter
23-3-2010
1:30 AM
In a family gathering;
Everyone chitchatting
All what he desires;
Is his friends wife
They all were infected;
By some kind of deafness
Not listening to;
Except what they desire
There are still some beautiful beings;
Who clap for the piano player;
After every piece
1:30 AM
In a family gathering;
Everyone chitchatting
All what he desires;
Is his friends wife
They all were infected;
By some kind of deafness
Not listening to;
Except what they desire
There are still some beautiful beings;
Who clap for the piano player;
After every piece
Friday, March 12, 2010
It’s not our time to meet yet
3-8-2010
A girl that can’t bare children
Sitting at the bus station
Waiting for bus 2412
Remembering that day
When we leaned against that tree
In an early morning
Kissing life
While the sun lightens up her freckles
Then she remembered,
Some are beautiful
Some are ugly
And some are in-between
A girl that can’t bare children
Sitting at the bus station
Waiting for bus 2412
Remembering that day
When we leaned against that tree
In an early morning
Kissing life
While the sun lightens up her freckles
Then she remembered,
Some are beautiful
Some are ugly
And some are in-between
Thursday, January 28, 2010
The Green Dress
15-1-2010
The comfort of the reflected light on a mud colored shirt
Passing through the window
The smell of fresh morning bread;
While lying down in primitive thoughts
Passing by her;
She greets you with her wet hair
Her shy laugh,
That hides the defects;
Dreams die before they rise;
On a day, like this one
The comfort of the reflected light on a mud colored shirt
Passing through the window
The smell of fresh morning bread;
While lying down in primitive thoughts
Passing by her;
She greets you with her wet hair
Her shy laugh,
That hides the defects;
Dreams die before they rise;
On a day, like this one
Thursday, January 7, 2010
The Girl with the brown hair
28-12-2009
To: Lavinia
When we played together
On the Green Grass
That is washed with rain
That smell
Stemming from the cut-flower
which aroused me to kiss you
childishly, you play
you fall and get grumpy
Then you smile in Fun
I Remembered
Remembered myself
Remembered you
When we sat down in the shade
To enjoy the sun
To: Lavinia
When we played together
On the Green Grass
That is washed with rain
That smell
Stemming from the cut-flower
which aroused me to kiss you
childishly, you play
you fall and get grumpy
Then you smile in Fun
I Remembered
Remembered myself
Remembered you
When we sat down in the shade
To enjoy the sun
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