Nobody can truly know
how when the nights comes and the moon rises high in the sky,
I close my eyes, excited to take off to the land of dreams,
because I know you will be there.
Waiting for me,
smiling at me,
sitting on a bench in the park with me.
Nobody can truly know,
how immensely happy I am in those non-existent moments.
But they exist, they really do.
Just not here,
not in this cold world.

I ask myself,
why don’t we talk about the simple things.
How hard it must be
to touch the knife which cuts the tomato?
Maybe no one will understand,
how truly fascinating this whole process is.

Why don’t we talk about the love that happens after 4 pm.
What an odd time?
Afternoon.
Or maybe even summer.
The rays of the sun are gently dancing on the ground.
While a leaf falls and changes the rhythm of the neighbor’s life.

A kiss is as simple as it gets,
but oh, the stories it creates.
The hearts that beat so loudly,
you can even hear them in Nebraska.
Such a far away kingdom, no?

And we still don’t talk about the basic things
that are hidden
in the cracks of the pavement,
on the streets we bravely walk on.
Step by step.
To a destination well-forgotten.

And if I can do one thing for the rest
of my life as a human
that would be to hug you.
Till the end.
To hug you with my soul,
with my heart,
with my hands,
with everything that I have.

You know how sometimes
the car is not only a machine,
but a love scene?

Two persons sitting,
engine is quietly holding its breath
and the crickets are in charge of the walz.

Silence is the key to happiness,
but laughter is the sin of mortals.
And here it goes-
a hand, touches
an eye, locks in
a heart, skips a beat
a breath, is lost
only to be found
between the lips.

A scene with a never ending feeling.
Why yell cut?
Why says something?
When behind the car is hiding
a conductor, whose glasses are so small, and his hair
is so gray,
but his smile is as big as the wheel that is there
to witness the meaning
of life.