These grey walls

That lost their souls

Are soon to be resurrected

By a new kind of art that’s been neglected.



Bring in the color,

Let’s have fun

Change the mural,

Make is shine!



Many might be against it,

Call it fake,

Or even junk,

But for me guys,

This is… art.

My eyes are in pain,
Can’t take them away from you
Keep staring in vain.

Tick-tock, Tick-tock

It doesn’t stop, will never stop.


It goes like this for ages

Centuries and eras,

It’s never too eager or too proud

Never too bold or to loud.

Our bare eyes can’t see it through

We just feel it and mirrors will show,

Its signs are visible after a while

But you can’t blame it ’cause it flies.

Yes, it’s the precious time I’m talking about

Which we never have enough, always wanting more

Not really figuring out what for.

We try to hold onto it for longer,

But moments go by, memories linger.

It is either an enemy or a cruel friend

Which doesn’t bother near our end.

It has no limits and can’t be stopped,

By me or you, science or art.

It has its course

It needs to follow,

So we surrender in the hollow

Of the Tick-tock, Tick-tock

That doesn’t stop, will never stop.

Time passes really quickly and marks will show on our bodies but our souls,

Our timeless souls will stay the same.

They will smile at every nice memory

An remember all the good times but also the dark,

Dark memories that changed us deep inside,

Shook our world and crushed our beautiful hearts.

But they won’t be tamed, because they know

That everything passes and problems will go,

Only leaving some scars that in time might grow,

But the scars are important in our passing life,

They show imperfections and struggles and cries.

They teach you a lesson and show you the way

You have to fallow to have a better day.

Those roses are there
For a long time now.
Their color is still bright,
But soon they'll rotten in the light.

Too bad...

Because they remind me of the velvet dress
You wore on the night we met.
Same color, same intensity
An image for infinity.

Life’s strange and there’s no way of understanding it.
We usually complain about things
And hope that our happiness lies somewhere else
Maybe in another time or space.
We dread for that particular moment to come,
The one that can change your life on a dime,
But, more than ever, that moment will never shine.
I don’t want to upset any optimistic
Or encourage any pessimistic
But that’s only realistic.
In our twenties we wait for our thirties to be all figured out.
In our thirties we hope that at forties will bring the best out,
But life doesn’t work this way.
One day you’ll be hit by something from your right just to be knocked down by something from your left
And there on the pavement you’ll look at the world and see it’s scary face.
And you’ll feel so small
With no intention and no strength to move on.
But in your torments and anguish you might feel an invisible hand
Trying to help.
And that is the moment you realize it’s not over.
If you’re conscious while lying down
It’s a sign you have to stand up and go on.  
So stand up straight and face the facts.
There’s always a lesson behind all acts.