green as my living room wall
green as the door of my neighbor's house
green as the shoes of a passer-by
green as the bottle of wine on my desk
green as the ivy towering above my house
green as the chairs of my favorite café
green as my favorite color

and all that reminds me of
the ******* green
of your lying eyes

sitting here
since 3 pm
trying
to write a poem

my head his blocked,
my hands are hurting,
my body is tired,
my eyes are burning

nothing;
is written on my paper
accept one word

I'll show you later

I saw Grim Reaper
standing behind your back
as he slowly tried
to reach for your soul
and I offered him my hand
so that he would take mine
instead of yours;
as obliging as a gentleman
he kissed my hand
and together we danced
the last dance

there is a forgotten youth
that tried to do everything right
by growing up immediately
but secretly, they're still the kids
that they left behind back then
when they had to grow up

once my parents said
that we had to move

away from my home town,
my birth place,
my comfort zone.

I found myself
in Paris then,
hardly not speaking any french,
missing the beaches of Cali
and thinking of better times

Sitting in a little cafe
near Rue Bonaparte
sharing a cigarette
with a gray-haired stranger

philosophizing about life
and feeling the sand of
Santa Monica Beach
on my skin

Suddenly a stranger asked me
something I didn't understand

so I stuttered
menez-moi à la maison,
à l'endroit auquel j'appartiens

listened to that song;
I don't remember the name
gosh
you've ever had this feeling
the feeling that you've lost it forever
trying to imagine a title
that would be the right one
over and over I just hear in my head
lalalalalalalalala

Taking a breath
A short one
Just inhaling a little bit
Of this world

Taking a step
A small one
Just to see
where it would take me
In this world

Taking a look
A quick one
Just to see
the important things
In this world

Taking a BREAK

Just to realize
How grateful I am
For this world

I neither want you to press the like
nor the follow button
I just want you to
give me your attention
Just for a tiny second

150 million children
are orphans
worldwide

821 million people
are undernourished

every 40 seconds
someone
takes his life

In 2017
68,5 million people
were fleeing
a country

every day
7000 mothers
lose their luck,
their baby

Think about those numbers
and be grateful for just a tiny second
if you're not affected

All I want is
you to think about this
only for once
and make every moment count
as if he were the last

born in 1998
12 months later
walked my first steps
my first word was Momma
my second Dadda

suddenly had a sibling in 2000
had a fantastic childhood so far
played everyday at the playground
at the end of our street
made my first friendship there

went to Elementary School at age 6
sat next to a boy named Jack
learned the ABC and counting to 1000
still had a fantastic childhood

changed to Middle School in 2008
had my first crush on a boy
who was in love with my best friend
cried my eyes out
at that point of time
experienced the last days of being a child
until puberty knocked on my door
had some deep crisis with pimples and oily hair

in 2012
High School waited for me
followed by many ups and downs
got my license
after celebrating my sweet 16
dated my first boyfriend
went to homecoming and prom
broke up with him
'cuz he cheated
sewed the shattered pieces
of my heart together
and got over him
but still had a fantastic youth
at the end
I finally graduated from High School

didn't know what to do now
with my life
rented my own apartment
thinking if I should go to college
earned some money trough
working at "Joe's coffee bar"

as I met him
I fell into the deep
of his blue ocean eyes
I've never recognized
those familiar eyes
I forgot
since I saw him last time
10 years ago

1 year later
we got engaged
and so I married the boy
i sat next to
when I was 6