this is the last round
my feet will touch the ground
i’m glad you are around

like a thousand suns
I’m making my way
through your universe
breathing heavily
into your shoulder

close your eyes and
catch my violent kiss
wake up and look at me
the way only you can
make me feel so alive

frivolous nymph casting her gaze
in the green shades of the tree
touching her softly under the moon
caressed by the shooting stars

my feelings tremble and faint
consistently failing to accept her
being merely herself on her own
behalf behind the fading lights

fill up my glass, give away my sigh
got to have your own source
to water your plants
not waiting for the clouds to pass

i am talking to you!
are you content
with what you’ve got?
with everything you call your own for a while.

tonight and every night
be here, listen to what you’ve got to tell.

My grace is not a blessing
it is an owe to the humankind
for those who carry pieces of the common mind.

what do you want?
think. what is it
you dream about?
you can’t sleep at night about.

go for it, girl.
be the one you want to be.
don’t regret
the things or people that you can not have.
they are not there for you.

good. ok.
stop sobbing
it will be all right
just like any other day
when you want to be heard.

it is time to tell you
that it is time to leave the past and the futures.
you come with me now.
we’ve had enough of you and your nagging.
you are free. get up. it is time. he is waiting.

I did not know that i believe in the fairy tales you told me once.
You start believing when you need some support
only then it is too late to change the flow of the stream.
it is too late to comply to the rules of the church next to your home.
There is only one church left to you
the one you have the key to
that do not match any other door.

It is time to tell the truth to oneself
about the dreams you leave behind when you take your last breath.
the last deep take of the fresh oxygen going down your lungs then you sleep.

a long healthy life begins anew once you see the light in front of you
then you know it is the time to take it all and never forget what you have seen here.

to be on my own
against the wall
behind the current
outside of the stream
inside of me
alone in my loneliness
abandoned and free
to live out of this world.

it is fresh and inspiring to be oneself.
one morning you wake up and don’t regret
to be here and now
alive and breathing
aware of your own body
on your own will.

what you did not say
everything you forgot to mention
and are silent about.

My endless ambition to see you again
and I learn to forget how you hurt me
every single time we meet.

My last good-bye got stuck in transmission.
I am waving hello but you would not look
down below what you deem to be the sky.