An imaginary river
Delivers me to the darkest place,
Where I escape
All that is real.
On both sides of the water,
Strange shadows meet
To greet the ****** moonlight,
I reflect unknown,
Thrown in the waves,
The water never gives,
It just takes,
As it flows
With painful motion,
As I run down to the hill,
Carrying my sorrows
As all I have,
I run to my lover:
The dearest solitude.

It is a gloomy and unusually warm winter day in Chicago,
I would love to walk arm to arm with someone
Under high-rises of this city,
Someone as gloomy and unusually warm as today.

When I was a child,
People said
About me:
She will be a
Builder, or destroyer.

As an adult,
I never got to
Build anything,
Or destroy anything,
But myself.

Little piece of fire
We need to shine,
Gives us desires
Inclined to reach out,
To move and move on,
To laugh loud,
To find endurance,
And glance at tomorrow
With hope.

Little piece of light
We hold when we walk
On the rope
To the unseen sight
Of beautiful.

Power to be true
To ourselves,
That Sun we own,
Thrown at us,
By unknown God.

The shinning planet
I have found in your eyes,
That bottomless gold,
My treasure.

Can I have just a little piece
Of that light
To survive
The cold and gloomy world?

The world of punished,
In the state of despair,
Awaits to be perished.

Where God left me unprotected
In the midst of internal war,
The ground I fell on,
I scared with love letters.

Soothed with art,
Searching light in self-knowledge,
On the edge
Of the wisdom and complete bias,
I painted God, and faced myself.

My eyes and eyes of yours
Talked,
Words were bold,
The story told
Was old.
From the time of ice cold,
One has hold
Another's heart
(It is not very smart
For the heart to be art,
The hanging picture
In a gaze of another
Creature,
Who can dump it
Deep in a mixture
Of just memories).

My eyes and eyes of yours
Talked;
with no remorse
You let your gaze
Burn mine in
a hazel
Haze.