Is the loneliest number
One by one
Are the fingers counted
One
Is the puff of air
Softly touching
The tip of my nose
Everything tastes one,
like the first drop
falling on the dry tongue
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
There is a brunette lady
dancing in a white camping tent
from the outside you would say
that it is not a suitable place for grace
but no one knows that is the palace
of love and fear
where you can feel the heart move
the heart balance
make love with fear
make love with life
And being the fear of making love
no one knows that is the place
where a green labyrinth grows
and a rootless plum tree stands on a checkered floor
wonders what matters
to look for a suitable place
if you drink water in the desert
if black and white chess makes you
a graceless body
In need of giving love
In need of being loved.
Roll and Watching the doves playing.
Roll.
And
Watching the Doves.
In the white camping tent.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
If the time
could flow
The thought of you
would wash away
And who knows why
I want to look far ahead
Cause this is how you cure a lovesickness
Cause that's how it stops hurting
Yet I feel defeated
Yet I feel like I'm losing everything
Yet I feel like I'm losing nothing
If time could pass
I could be next to you
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 8:31 PM UTC
I often stand under the trees,
Waiting for the myrtle to fall
like drops on the mouth.
I feel the earth talking under my back
unveil secrets of other worlds
It keeps silent about a City, which is under the backbone
It is being built with drills and picks.
The ear rests, weightlessly, on the ground
to feel the sweat slide down your forehead
and fill up with the din of the miners
until all the walls of the body have been touched by its echo.
Up to the point of touching the din of the tips and pickaxes.
Rests.
The green of the stems twines around the fingers
and there they remain, too
watching the myrtle fall,
sewn to the earth.
I let emerge placid purple velvet leaves,
from the clothes.
I watch the myrtle fall
And the light filtered by the flowering trees
berry after berry, pierce the veil.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 5:22 PM UTC
the source of my love
is the same one that it takes me away from you
but it's too close
and I feel it alive
It bounces in all walls of my body
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 9:23 PM UTC
The anemic little girl makes the mannequins blush
she fills her pockets with books
to tear herself away from fake tenderness
from flower lovers
she jumps from hat to hat
and with magic tricks disappears
there's no caustic world
no poison that can pollute the blood
she knows where she doesn't want to stay
to protect herself
from The All Same
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 2:52 PM UTC
Son come up and see the light
Have you ever heard about the story of the lonely fish?
He sits swimming in silence
With no friends to play with
but it was all in the sea current
it was enough for him
to go wherever he wanted
distant and fast
without ever stopping.
all of a sudden
the whole ocean seemed full
and even the small plankton, weighed on it.
And he felt their weight get closer to him.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
waiting in full light
for the vibrant rays to sink their caresses
into the white of the bone,
into the tender flesh.
between the nerves, overlapping one another.
where there's nothing more than empty spaces.
I let the golden burnt Thought fall from my hands,
drying up of every heartbeat felt
in the warm October Harvest
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC
Think that we're not the only ones
Feel like this skin isn't fully mine
Sometimes i am the lives of others
Otherwise i am no one's life
Understand that even pain has its own lightness.
It must be understood and caressed
A pain for its brightness
The most fragile crystal you could see.
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 8:02 AM UTC