Do you remember that night?
we were standing on the balcony of your house watching stars.
I flew.
Proud that I would make you surprised.
But it didn't seem so strange to you at all.
You waved and shouted from below:
"Can you pick me some stars?"
We weren't 6- year old kids anymore. I said to myself: “how come you still don't know these are all suns!”
But I flew higher and higher
Up there, in the sky of the night, I looked at you.
you were so small and I saw that you were right
All of the stars were pickable.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
The last time I left her house
(She was not there)
Her things followed behind me in a line. All of them
I said: “where”?
“How big do you think my heart is?”
There was a watch among them
with a brown leather strap, so kind, but stunned, with hanging hands
I picked her up
(The only thing I could do)
It was five-thirty then and still, it is.
Today, however, most of those houses are destroyed
That alley has no longer the magic in its long and twisting sleeve
No doorbell, no window, and no eyes who would shine through it
I say to myself
I wish I could have stolen the time
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
Who I am not if I could mistake me for
I would smoke a ***
and kiss a shot
who I am if I am not
I would laugh not cry not
and fears I would fought
and skip the last page of life
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
I laid my eyes on the bench
And walked on the lawn of the park
When I looked back I saw nothing
But the dreams I had
all full of the color of your eyes
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Leave your hands to the begging of mine
and let me see them
Listen
the other side of love
are the ominous days of insanity
I see them
They are running on the paper of your hands
Black and white
They are running like tears and rimes
Like wet-paper poems
dark nights
dark days
My life
What's my life doing in your hands?
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
One night
Not far from this moon
the Hounds of your words
Will find me out
Then I'll begin another life
In disguise of a haiku
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Her face was covered by many old masks of a thousand plays
Her head fell down
Shenaaya was her name
The laces of her boots were long and exhausted
In some minutes
She felt the ground on her shoulders
Her face saw the dark blue
There was a circle of light that got its tail in mouth
spined
Then got speed and like a comet fell on the ground
Shenaaya woke up and said to herself
A new play is calling me
She searched around her lap
And found a new mask
She got the mask and put it on her face
Her hair then turned black just like old days
And said
I'll make the tail golden this time
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
I loved her
and still remember
whenever I opened the door of her house to leave
All her furniture would get up and follow me
I would turn my head and tell
Where?!!
Get back
How big do you think my heart is?
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
She
A nightful of fairyness
A moonful of mysteries
A dayful of roses
A sunful of emotions
A riverful of spirit
A seaful of pearls
She was not my girl
She was not my girl
Me
A desertful of solitude
A seaful of tears
A heartful of poetry
An eyeful of waiting
A roadful of leaving
A guitarful of songs
A bookful of tailes
A dreamful of her
she was not my girll
she was not my girl
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC