27-1-2012
With her small palm,
The girl stands calling the clouds,
The rain starts falling.
She greets you, wearing her wet yellow dress
You listen to the voice of the old warriors
In their inevitable loss battle
Then comes the perfect kiss
That you didn’t expect
Friday, January 27, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Immortal beloved
18-01-2012
The purple colon
Sculpted on her legs
Torne apart in its last third
Her profession doesn’t know love or hate.
At night she walks dreaming of flying trees
And astonished birds
The purple colon
Sculpted on her legs
Torne apart in its last third
Her profession doesn’t know love or hate.
At night she walks dreaming of flying trees
And astonished birds
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Aleko, The last Gypsy
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
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
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
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