Alone
Rocking slowly on a swing
I close my eyes
And wonder what is love.

Like a swallow dashes in the sky
My thoughts swoop in the speed of light.
So very hard to capture them
Just let them fly in the height.

Paris is always a good idea*
Said once
Audrey Hepburn.

Paris is always glittering
Whenever you go there
It is worth visiting
But not worth living.
For that matter
It is too good
To lodge there.

Shall this love only be my property
Acquired solely by my silly heart
Without, I will live in such poverty
I will be wrecked in this part.
Will this love only be my honor
Capturing pieces of my yearning soul
I see I can only be my wise doctor
And keep myself in dear control.

So shall this love flow
Staying together and slowly ageing
Shall it accomplish its wondrous growth
Before I feel the imminent fading.

Mischievous wind blows
On the sun kissed field
Graceful barley bows
To indicate its servility
Under the whopping sky.

Soon it is time for a
Masterful peasant
To humbly show its
Joy and respect
And worship the harvest.
In the sun kissed field
Under that golden shield.

Sometimes I feel like falling
Falling out of reality
And then I am floating
Floating in an imagination
And when reality hits me
I cannot say anymore
Where should be my destination.

What is it we are searching for?
Being in a constant conversation
With our deepest thoughts.
Even though it is a monologue
With no answers provided.

Do you know the truth?
Me neither,
I do not.

You know your heart has eyes
But your heart's eyes stay closed
If you refuse to open them
That is the heart what nature has created
To keep us alive
But also to posses that treasure
What our bare mind can't.

You can see the beauty
Yet the most beautiful
And the most important
Is still invisible.

You cannot see true love
Nor true happiness
But feel them.
Feel them travelling
Through your blood vessels
Passing into every cell
They come across.

Those things were created invisible
And they are meant to stay this way
Those which are the most important
That our bare eye cannot behold.
They teach us to see further
To see deeper.

The nature can create beautiful things
But it likes to hide the most beautiful of all.
Nature calls us to find those
Yet the finding can be hard.

If you can finally see the deepest beauty
The deepest of all
It shows you are finally removed
That shadow in front of your eyes.
Now that you have clear sight
You can tell me
What is really the beauty for you.

Isn't it the one which was so long invisible?
Isn't it the one which was hidden behind the blind?

Yet it is still invisible
And still hidden.
But you found it.

Wasn't it that you were always used to
Look at the facade?
And had not yet clear vision
How to enter behind?
You had no hope nor faith
Because you believed in that beauty
What nature had created
But not in what she had hidden.

Yet the hidden one must one see
As it is the eternal and live for thee.

La roche qui s'attable à l'ombre
Dans le calme, dans la solitude,
Je m'imagine moi-même, pour un instant
Sur la roche qui s'appelle la solitude.

Cette roche, entouré de trois arbres,
Qui se balancent gracieusement
Comme ils juste regardent
En voudraient d'offrir de la companie,
Pour moi et pour cette roche.
Qui ne peut jamais offrir
Ni de l'amour ni de l'affection.

Juste une place,
Pour s'asseoir.

Mais ça suffit pour moi,
À l'ombre,
Une place sur cette roche,
Pour faire de la poésie
Avec plus de fantasie.

In the dazzling sun
The delicate scent of a jasmine
Bewilders bumblebee.

I looked out in the humid
Mysterious night
On the moon which had scattered
Its fading light.

The stars were twingling
In the night´s quiet fog,
Beaming.
In my brittle far away soul
I see it.

The silvery stars
Are coming to greet me
The black gown of the night
Is steaming.

To close my eyes
No I do not dare
I will lose that moment
Of my soul´s deep stare.

The moon is up, a mystery begins
And a nightingale spreads out his wings.
The ashen light
From the moon so bright
And darkened shadows
In the forest they gather.
The silhouettes are seen
But yet so concealed.
Sounds, so vague
Though they are not the same
As in a day.
The illuminated squares
Of the magic forest, shares
The wild beauty, yet so invisible.
You feel the dream of paradise;
The fragrance of the unfurled blossoms
And the sight of dispersed light,
Becoming unbeliavebly visible.
...why! It's just an illusion of perfection,
Showing up its starlight reflection.

One day walking on an edge of a seaside
The edge where the water can't reach your feet
Preceiving on a horizon a hillside
Where it is easy to let yourself go and leap.

Everyday I walk the same path again
Spotting the hillside and thinking of freedom
I once dream of saying to myself Hooray!
And drag myself out of that boredom

I want to tear my heart out
And hold it in my hands for a second
I dream of no doubt
Because I have been too long infected
And I am sick of the mystery
Hidden in the crooks of my torn heart

One day I dreamt
That I had torn my heart out
When I got closer to that scent
I really saw I had torn my hear out.

I was simply holding it
Holding in my hands
I was amazed of that
Because I can never put it back.

Blowing away from the distance
Gathering everything on its way
The living should stop and bliss that
For a second before death of the day.

If you feel the touch of the wind
Gently and tenderly moving your hair
It is like to stumble, to fly blind
To cry and pray and fiercely tear.

The touch of the wind can be godly
The touch of the wind can be rough
But it is never meant to be deadly
It is just meaningful for the life is tough.