Elegy

10-05-2013

Like a vinyl record

Gilels playing October piece for Tchaikovsky

To reach perfection

Yet with a man's voice in the hall coughing.

Having fun with her big round belly

Reciting a sentimental story

About her child that hasn’t been born yet.

With his elegant mustache

Walking with a snobbery smile

After being stripped from everything he wears.

When their time has come,

The animals lie down on their side

And close their eyes.

An evening of a dream

23-02-2013

She wears a fur coat

the one she has owned for a long time

to beg everyday

from a man who has finished work

or a woman who hurries to pick up her child,

Our dreams were lost

as we weren’t young enough,

When the piece ends

The melody dies

And the passion remains.

A morning of a dream

16-02-2013

The churchs bell rang

On the morning of the great mass

Our souls were purified with holy water

Which we watered the cattle with

We drank a cup of blood

When the victim was innocently saying: 

It's not my right to dream

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