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

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

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 ugly flamenco dancer

23-11-2010

Standing with the dignity of a dying lioness
She gained some weight on her buttocks
She takes off her head scarf
Tying it around her waist,
In a coordinated tempo, she dances
Spinning in a calculated speed,
Panting heavily and falling
holding her chest tight,
She closes her eyes

Agnus Dei

21-10-2010


When they don’t smile to marsh music anymore
They have many names that you can call them with
Some are carved on the gravestones

When the skies awaits the human calling
At the time of sunrise
They fly and challenge the falcons
They spit in their eyes

Till their eyes are force to shut

A black corset on the red couch

9-10-2010

Red trees,
Blossoming in the fall,
Your favorite spot for a photo shoot,

Stumbling when her photo is taken
You strongly laugh
Her face frowns
She smiles then laughs

If we meet,
It’s because of love
Not because of the hate for the other

Pavane for the dead price

15-9-2010

River floating down the mountain
As a mother crying on her daughter’s wedding

With a drunken man’s passion to sleep
You are thrown on the bed

A lighthouse,
Spinning the light monotonously,
You are kept awake still

When you were young,
The backyard seemed like the great woods
Having “all what you can get” fun,
Till it’s time to sleep