The return to the beginning

14-09-2013

At the station,

The lovers met

Somewhere in time,

After the train has stopped.

They stood still for several seconds

Under the light pole

To make sure of each other's features.

And when the breeze slapped their faces,

He held her hands,

And they walked away.

Some see a butterfly and smile

Some see a butterfly and think it’s a moth

And in the end, the butterfly lives for a week

Harvest of sorrow

14-08-2013

The dance has ended,

Dancers stood claiming the success,

And with the public's applaud,

They remembered how their dances turned bitter,

Like the dancing of the dead

Awaiting their fate as the injured deer,

Their silence in claiming success,

Doesn’t entail their quietness

What they wished at the beginning

Will become what they want at the end 

In the night they dance

14-05-2013

A ghost of someone, from a time not long gone by.

She stood in front of the mirror,

When she saw herself, she put the make-up on,

To adorn herself for his meeting.

She lost track if time,

While it passes.

Still remembering her first gift,

The crayons,

And the green plastic table.

She continued putting her make-up on

As stars rise at night!

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