short dreams interrupted,
images almost forgotten
in motionless sight of cold,
night sky's dark turns gray,
as morning’s light unfolds.
in quiet rooms grown visibile,
silent trains of thought arrive
to turn night's voice inaudible.

Between yesterday and tomorrow
you breath heavily, drinking the milky sunset.
at your door, indifesa creatura, you find only peaceful adoration
knock knock too late to knock too late to tick time has run out
Between yesterday and tomorrow
there is a certain fatigue in your brains
I wish these hours never passed, with too much thirst
Thirst for sunlight, thirst for unknown fields,
visibile in the sky slit by lightening
Between yesterday and tomorrow
the present moment ceases to impress,
already gone, already painful,
like you could never feel the frail infinity
hidden in the transient touch of our lips.

2.05.2017

Yes, it is a new word which
describes a visibile trait in
those who cry wolf and growl.

This has been Israel’s modus
operandi since time & memorial,
The Poor Me’es, but it is over.

The schizophrenia has to stop,
no more tantrums, you were
given your own field to play in.

If your ball comes over the wall
it will be thrown back, no need
to send a battalion to fetch it.

                        O