Are you present in
the presence
among the conditional
of the essence.

Horizon of perfection
is unattainable
unconditional is a dream
unobtainable.

The pain we mingle
in the heart
Is the hope we create
in our Art.

She blows the soft smoke gently away
sitting on her windowsill, the third floor
the darkened horizon melts drowsily
leaving its mysteries to her own heart
as it is not full enough of the madness

She rises slowly with the sweet smoke
turning her head towards the mirk sky
what is there to see, in her own world
closing the eyes to travel infinitely far
as the honey is melting in the tepid tea

She throws her glass of wine away
she smiles and cries as nobody sees
the darkness, deep and cruel but sweet
as is her heart, dark, but yet so soft and kind
painful and hateful, yet so loving and forgiving
mad and crazy but so deeply understanding

Why only the crescent comprehends
only the stars listen to the quiet melody
the songs of love and pure wistfulness
she knows everything but is scared of living
as the world is not kind, instead, it is cruel
the fear, the unknown, the failure of life itself

She puts her finger in the darkened wine
and draws a line on the wall with blood
enjoying the sadness and loving to hate
She likes to be alone, alone, sweet world
You, always alone in your deeds and thought

She sees from far, a distant closeness engulfs
only art saves the heart, only beauty consoles
the crescent starts to fade slowly and softly
many of the clouds swim towards their path
covering the moon and leaving her lying

Withering away as in the mind of destruction
where everything can make a nest within itself
she lies there motionlessly, silently, calmly
listening to every sound her heart whispers to her
as the music starts to play in her head of frenzy

She lived once but not anymore, as all fades
where does this crippling melancholy lead to
the stars never wrote a script for the existence
but they gave the mind a code to decipherer
as they gave the heart a wisdom to learn from

She pours the sweet Bordeaux in front of her
gulping in sips, turning her head, staring ahead
all is sweet, all is beauty, all is art if only you see
shadow the pain and leave it intact for the truth
as the time flows between her fingers to eternity

I can never wash away
The image of you
Nor the memory of you
But I can paint it on paper
And throw it into the sea,
So the water will wash it away
And carry it into the world
Of underwater, so Poseidon
Will keep the eye on you
And let you dance with Thetis.

The calm of the rain
the smell of the laved air
the cellos sublime hue
mingle in the conscious.

The summer ends quietly
spreading its blanket
on top of flowers and birds
little crystals of evening.

Steps of autumn echo
in the distant aisle of trees
the leaves smile falling
changing their suit
into the colours of a rainbow.

Vivaldi performs gloriously
as the world spins sublimely
giving the nature its stance
the deep harmony of universe
the calm of the rain and heart.

I swim in the dark space
between the stars and dust
trying to find the hidden grace
to choose is hard but you must

it's difficult without your shoes
to step on the broken fragments
of the shattered stars and planets

some of them shine bright
while others hide from the light
as the newborn flowers
which blossom at daylight
and close in the silence of night

cracks are in the universe
where flowers squeeze through
the seeds of the soul immerse
themselves in cosmos blue

and I wait until the ice melts
and gather the flowers in dust
to make them blossom in august

I followed your path
Through the winter wind
I stepped so bravely
Even if anymore I could not find.
I searched for the hint,
I waited in the blizzard storm,
I just begged you to inform,
That maybe it was not as I thought.
Now those days I spend sitting
On the windowsill and follow
The only shadow outside
Which is the Shadow of You.

The rigorous sublime waves
Bring ashore the lost memories
The emotions are yet in rage
When the heart demands
What the eye barely sees.

The blessed Sun is sinking into the sea
To recover again its surpassing charm
The wild thoughts in all those tainted schemes
Do not allow the sombre waves to calm.

I gather my memories all in one grasp
And place them behind the silver door
I would promise, that picture is the last
I must paint of you, the one that I adore.

The velvet cover of the book
Where I enclosed my soul
Entangled on the hard pages
I painted the lines
When the heart whispered.

I poured my soul
Like I poured honey in my tea
Yesterday evening.

It flew out and I closed the book
To hold it against my chest.
To immerse it with the teardrops.
To hate the lines and love the velvet.

There was no beginning
And the end had not even started.
But I had so much to say
I could not keep it this way.

There was love in too many lines
The aim of the world
And the sugar of the universe.
When I heard the whisper of my heart.

I put off the candle
To see the stars in my soul.
And search for the love
Between the Betelgeuse and Bellatrix.

The sea was begging you
while you did not listen
The sky was crying for you
while you looked away
The ocean was showing you
while you did not notice
but the trees were silent
while the whole nature
waited for you to ascent
your eyes, heart and mind.

Under those far-reached specks
Of joyful glittering stars
Steps a thoughtful wanderer
Like a philosopher in a hazy road of night.

In his wrinkled long lived hands
He holds the book of his soul
Where every word is written
With precision, passion and vision.

The worn-out crinkly papers
Store the wise thoughts and feelings
Which get a complement fillings.
In an every new place of wonder.

For him the adventure and life
Is the most captivating matter
To discover the goodness of people
And write the wise words of jewel.

Gentle drops of Love
Slide down my heart
The foggy waterfall grows
When the drops gather in one.

The reflection
Of the crystal clear lake
Which resides at the bottom
Of the heart in tears
Is formed in the retina
Of the lucid eyes.

The lake is icy and cold
When the drops are frozen
To melt again in the warmth
Under the tears of Love.

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.

Where is love?
Where is compassion?
Where are those deepest feelings,
Of our human nature?
Which seem to have been captured,
By those who hate,
By those who ****,
By those who only live,
For the sake of an ideology,
Where there is no apology,
For those who truly suffer.
For those who try to make,
The world a better place
For those who do not hate
But bear the silent pain
Is it just all in vain?

Where, where is the love?
Where is tolerance?
Is there still a chance,
To change the sad world?
To remove the soul's pain
And all those ideas and beliefs
Which cleave and hurt us all
And bring no relief?

Where is this love...

In the forest you find
the peaceful route
the quiet, one of a kind
to contemplate about.

Deep in thought seeing
the mysteries of nature
far in fantasies flying
greeting passing creatures.

In daydream you wish
that trees had the wings
hoping for their soft kiss
when love lullabies sings.

The river-clear poison
Tries to seize the mind.
I spread the wings wide apart
Before I cross the threshold, afar.

I feel only the warmth
Trying to see only the beauty
That is enough for me
To live in harmony.

I spread the wings, more and more
As my little soul is abel to reach
The happiness for me is here, in each
In the people's heart I live
I do not like to take, only give.

The poison is cold, yet it does not ****
There is nothing which can capture love
As it is the nectar and wisdom in all the hearts.

The night is slowly falling
Behind the shadow cast trees
To hear the majestic owl´s mystic calling
Soul darkness is the only thing I see

Somewhere deep hidden in the woods
Is the invisible delicate love I once lost
Those wondrous days in the late childhood
Now I can only bear the feeling of the frost

Searching for the love under the wicked night
Which is like a treasure thrown into the sea
I know I cannot achieve to find it, I can only write
About that drastic dream and that perfect symphony.

You once were in my life.