Nocturnal Promenade

25-04-2014

When he told their story, he smiled

When she told their story, she held his hands

All the nocturnal chats

And the coldness in the morning

Disappeared

Their memory began fading away

What they have left are some adventures

But when you own the flower,

Its already dead.

Me and Her

20-02-14

With Nostalgic eyes,

She saw me as a child

In our backyard

When the clown called upon us:.

Let's have fun, the Ferris wheel has arrived.

It lit the whole street,

So we played all night long.

The small bird might dream of flying,

If not,

At least it built its nest up the tree

The boundaries of life

03-12-2013

Tame your imagination once again

As you have reached the final stop.

Few steps away from the ship

Your life became like Verter's pain

Without the suicide

As Michelangelo 

Without his chisel

And Chaplin 

Without his smile 

The violin player still sings

The gypsy songs, out of tune

Deafening the ears

The dreams of the others

24-09-2013

I put my food in a plastic bag,

Rode the bus towards home

And forgot it on the seat next to me

I had the most beautiful dream last night

Almost flew from ecstasy

When I woke up, I had forgotten my dream

The lights went out in the middle of the day,

So I opened the windows

The sun was hiding in shyness behind the clouds

I paused for a moment,

Saw her shadow on the opposite wall

However, I continued walking

The Toast

To Him and Her

21-10-2013

To the school I haven’t attended

And the playground I have seen from far away,

To the song that hasn’t been written yet,

About dancing and love.

To the soft sea waves,

That I haven’t swum in,

To Her, To Him

To Me

The rocking chair

3-10-2013

When your grandma used to sit on it,

Singing the wounded bird's song,

Who lost its parents but found love.

Your dad sat on it,

Reading his favourite morning paper

And napping on it in the afternoon.

You sit on it,

It rocks back and forth,

You sigh several times,

Then turn off the lights

The main theme

21-9-2013

It's beautiful, the scenery of dead flowers,

He left it in the copper vase to wither

And took a picture of it.

When the sky mixed itself with colours,

He looked out for the passing man,

Asked him: can I have some candy?

Answered: you have had enough already.

What disturbs you in bed,

Are the late night talks.

Words are long gone,

But the echo still remains