In the center of the city,
There was a plum tree
Whose flowers were in bloom;
White and rose
They attracted the attention
Of whoever walked by;
In the morning a girl,
That was walking by the tree,
Took her camera and began to make photos;
Later on a mother with her child,
Was passing by
And her child was pointing at the tree;
The mother took the child in her arms
And he began taking
Some flowers from the plum tree;
Any passerby that passed by.
The plum tree turned their heads
And looked
At its white and rose flowers;
In the middle of the day,
A young couple stopped
And sat by the plum tree;
The boy took some little flowers
From the tree,
With care not to harm the tree.
And gave the flowers to the girl,
Who was sitting,
Admiring the beauty of the plum tree;
Time after time
Would be heard voices,
Of the people who seeing.
The plum tree would say to each other:
»Look this plum tree is in bloom now!»
«Look isn’t it beautiful!?»

Jasmine is a little heavenly creature
It has got a softness in the hand,
That charms at any cost
Those little beautiful white angles,
In the little white flowers,
A cuddling architecture.
And then as you put it on
And expect an white angel…
Cuddling!
And long legged,
You sense that dark wood,
That comes from the depths of earth.
As of petrichor,
Trunks,
In the depths of the forest.
It would be amazing to be like jasmine.
A dual entity.
Smoking and evaporating from one world to another.

I can not think of you without a smile

I wait for your call

But in vain

You are nowhere to be found.

I read your poem
I got my satisfaction
I gathered some humid leafs
And violets
Blossoming there in your head.

She left home early;
After two hours,
She had to go to the studio
Of her friend, who was a painter
And who was going to make a portrait of her;
She thought:
There was sunlight
And it was the perfect day to lay on the beach
Which was much nearby her house;
As soon as she arrived there
She took off all her clothes
And **** laid on the sand;
Her full ******* and ***** hair
Glittered under the sunshine;
One passerby,
That was walking nearby,
Stopped as soon as he saw her;
He went to a place nearby,
A quiet corner
Where his looks would not disturb her
And sat in order to look at her;
Two men that were laying on the beach nearby.
Somehow altered the tones.
And speed of their conversation.
And time after time took a look,
At her blossomed body;
Quietly and gently not to disturb her;
The same with two men,
That were standing at the shore;
Time after time they would turn their heads
And admire the **** that was standing,
Still enjoying the rays of the sun;
As time went by,
A lot of people that were passing by,
Would slightly turn their heads
And look at her *******,
Her ***** hair,
Her thighs;
It all went on for two hours.
And then she began to wear her clothes.
And headed to the studio of her friend;
She had promised to pose **** for him.
And she was getting a bit late this time;
She walked for twenty minutes.
And then as soon as she entered
She took off her clothes.
Leaving them at the chair.
And lay on the bed;
Her friend in appetite and content
Just as before a good meal
Began his drawing;

Now I am taking a walk along the shore;
I can see the blue sky and the sun
Painting a golden haze over the water;
I can smell the fresh air;
It is always different when you smell along the shore;
The sand is smooth and I can sense it
Cuddling my feet;
There is a Tip Toe – Sand Affair
As I walk and leave footprints behind me;
I see a seashell;
I bend and pick it up;
It is white with some creamy lines;
I enjoy its smooth surface,
In the tip of my finger;
I am taking it with me today;
In fact I am here just for them;
They are small,
They are elegant,
They come once in a while with the tide
And I enjoy picking them up;
In fact there are times,
I wait for days to pick one of them;
It takes long,
But when I have the seashell in my hand
I enjoy it;
It is like sniffing the perfume,
I enjoy most
Or splashing earth color in the palette;
Some days,
I wait for days,
To pick up a seashell
But when I do, it is worth the time;

Seeing the almond seed,
How it had grown.
What it looked at her?
A little leg…
She would feel surprised.
Before just an object and now?
It was a living being!
Either it had always been a living being?
Either it was not a living being now?
She gazed and gazed at the little leg,
It was a matter of time.
It would become a greenish silhouette,
In flocks and branches.