The bright green cleats, the long socks and the chin guards.
He wears them proudly, dreaming to be the next world football star!

Early morning, we drive through the winding roads! The green field is waiting, his blue army chanting.. He runs joyfully to the battle ground! Full of life!  For that young lad, the world is simply a game of kick and pass!

He sits on the bench.. once called to the game, I see a wide smile on his face.. and its a face of full of dreams, innocence yet also fueled by our instinct to fight, win and celebrate.

Game over!  He runs to me and the first thing he asks.. "did I play well dad?"

I walked back and forth.. and still am.. direction unclear and the path ahead seems new to me… will walk it up and down, left and right...

So let us  play all the way until the end of days...

At times the play’s writer and many others the play’s actor!

I  will walk down that path again, I will walk down that path again and again and again.

Try it one more time, and why not, what is there to lose… I will run as fast as I did and maybe faster .. yeah maybe faster , faster than my slower thoughts, my handicapped boots, stepping on all my delusional  roots..

Yes, furiously more than I have ever did!  Try and die to be resurrected again from the living dead

Down that path again and again and again ..  jump up again.. mess up again! Round and round again, linear , circular... to slide on that steep *****…..again.. .  Failures multiplied by ten, countless sins and a zest  for love, again!

Your body is a blend of mystic journeys,
I transcend with it to the heavens of pleasure and passion
I can’t but  touch it with awe and wonder
The journey starts with your Mediterranean  face
It shines like the sun, full of light and warmth
Your eyes of yellow and brown, are deserts in which I  lose  direction,
In your eyes, the world is mine!
Your neck is a waterfall, a free fall towards exotic valleys,
I travel down the silk road,
Hips of a gypsy, a wilding dancing for life!
an untamed woman, you are
a tropical voyage, exotic fruits!
Lush mangos...Erected seeds that I gently lick for the sweet taste of love,
Deep south,  I touch the thundering thighs towards the entrance of your soul,

In Oneness, only once!

I stare at the endless lake for a long time, thinking that maybe the sun will shine from the opposite side... I walk the soft white sands, thinking that maybe today will end with dusk and start with dawn… I drive the dunes, thinking that maybe I will tear the suit and wear my old boots…. I call and we talk for a long time, thinking that maybe, she will act the plan and leave her drunken man

But nothing hardly changes and all shall follow their mathematical mean, gravitated by their average, pulled back by their genes. Aren’t such realities ruthless, dreadful, and mean?

I turn on the radio, thinking that maybe we won't depart to Mars, I turn up the volume, thinking that maybe, we will save the earth and seize all wars.

I light a candle in my shrine and ask God for oneness. To send me a whisper, show me a miracle, or signal me a sign!!

but nothing ever changes! We follow our mathematical mean, gravitated by our average, pulled down by our genes