I don’t remember exactly what day it was.
It was a weekday, the only thing that I remembered.
The day you left.
There was grief, sadness, pain and suffering.
Those feelings reigned in the living room of my house.
Tears were running down my cheeks from my reddened eyes.
Your soul wandered through the apartment.
Your smell, impregnated inside my nose.
Take years to accept your death.
My memories of you were all sad, even the happiest.
Today, what I cried in the past, became happy moments and smiles.

In memory of my Grandmother.

we are like yin and yang
he is an angel and im a devil
he is light, I’m dark
he is white, I’m black
he is good, I’m bad
he is like the sun, I’m like the moon
he is demonstrative and I don’t like showing positive human feeling
he is generous, I’m a *****
he is a match, I’m fire
we complement each other
this is the way that we work
we are perfectly imperfect
but we love that
and we are gonna ride till someone of us will die
king and queen, conquering the world
that’s what we are
but, who said that an angel and a demon can not go hand in hand?

There are several people who have always belonged with me,
which ones do really know who I am?

There are multiple universes hidden inside of me,
which ones could you explore?

There are a hundred different layers cloaked beneath my skin,
which ones are you aware of?

There are many masks that I use daily to conceal,
which ones did you see me wearing?

There are a lot of high walls surrounding my heart every moment,
which ones did I let you breakthrough?

There are numerous stories stashed up in my head,
which ones did I tell you about last night?

Running through a field of stars
past the twirling gnomes…

The Bell-whistle blows as the train rolls in,
For the field of stars; my home…

An ashen horse in Celtic glee,
And me;

a weary sack

of bones.