Thursday, July 13, 2017

The Child's Flight

Once upon a time
There was a child
Who wanted to fly.

She climbed on the back of a bird
And it took her high.

She gained the sky,
Touched every cloud with her fingertips
And tasted the sweetness of  their vapors
With the tip of her tongue.

Then she looked down,
At the people who walked on the ground
(Those whom she was no longer among).

She gained the sky,
But lost the world...
She was no longer
A child.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Where Did The Love go?

I thought it had been lost, 
Long ago.
As I walked,
I stepped on the ground
Trying to feel a trace of its heartbeat
Under my feet
Almost dead,
Still pulsing...

I looked around
At the vast fields of a two-sided lost war
(For no-one ever wins a war)
Trying to feel its name in the wind...

Where did the love go?

And then silence.

The awesome consternation
That it had been there all the time,
Sleeping in the beauty of a faded dream,
Waiting for the growth of new wings,

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

When I'm Lost

When I'm lost
And need a guiding light,
I'll search for our memories
Into the night.

When I'm old
(If old I become)
I hope never to regret
For what I haven't done.

At the gate
That separates the worlds,
I'll be standing and waiting
Among colors of gold.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017


All that fits into a look 
Rehearses a farewell. 

There are too many dry leaves 
On the grass of my life, 
Swept away from their moments, 
Born to not stay ... ... 

Your skin is so ephemeral, 
 Fleeting is your look! 
And every touch is goodbye...

Each encounter creates roads 
To take you away from me...

 Nothing ever stays, 
We are lonely creatures ... 
It is part of our essence
To turn ties into knots.

Monday, June 12, 2017


The landscape is not beautiful,
But we keep silent
Not to disturb other people's illusions.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Problem

You frowned; looked angry and quarrelled
Because of just one little word
You don't want to see me tomorrow,
And I wonder: was that ever worth?

Because yesterday I said 'no'
But that's not an issue, I guess
The problem was not to say 'no',
But having said always just 'yes'. 

Wednesday, May 24, 2017


Because I keep many blogs, many people ask me: "Where does your inspiration come from?" Well, I really don't know. I haven't travelled a lot, so I cannot say that I get inspiration from the many things I've seen or from the many people I've met. In fact, I haven't met many people in my life. I have a very quiet life and work from home, and I don't have a lot of friends.

I read a lot, though. But the things I write have nothing to do with the things I read. I write when I feel inspiration... and here I go again: where does it come from? 

I believe that one day this eager to write will disappear. It will be gone mysteriously, just like it came to me one day. I don't think there's a way to control it: I just sit down and write when I think I need to. It's like a very delicate thread that I hold in the air, and someday a strong wind will blow and take it away. 

Some people think I'm a writer. I don't agree. Writers write professionally and make a living out of it. Writers take writing seriously; I don't. It's just fun. Although there are people who have told me I'm talented, I doubt if they were telling me the truth or just trying to make me happy. Whatever the truth is, I really don't mind. I write because it makes me feel good. It's something beyond other people's judgment or approval. 

I write because I write. Just because. 

Monday, May 22, 2017


Little drops of rain
Dropping one by one
On the flower petals,
On the window pane.

They knock on the glass
And they say: “Remember!”
They turn into puddles
That splash on my fender.

Little drops of rain
Presents from the clouds
Wash away my fears,
Clearing up my doubts.

I look through the window
And sigh as they fall
My  whole world is  wet,
-From my eyes they fall…

Thursday, May 11, 2017


I know
That she knows
That I know
What I know.

That's why
She's scared
Almost losing

She knows 
That I know
That she knows
That I know
What I know.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017


I think was asleep
When I heard the steps that crossed the room
And stopped right behind 
My sleeping body.

I think I was asleep
When I felt cold hands on my back
Shaking me, removing my covers
And exposing me to the coldest breath.

I think I was asleep
When I felt icy fingers moving on my shoulders,
And stopping at my neck
Pressing gently, then, strongly.

I think I am asleep
While I fly over the top roofs of my neighborhood
And look at everybody down there
Waking and walking out of their homes
Without being able to see me.

Monday, April 17, 2017


Life is insanity,
Not a sequence of planned events.

When we understand this
And learn to flow with life's moods, 
We'll finally have inner peace.

Monday, March 20, 2017

My Way

It's just not like it is in the song:
The end might be near,
But I know I haven't done it
My way.

I did it as I could,
As it was possible,
Not always as I should
Have done.

Life is not a song,
Life is interaction,
Interchangeable acts
That touches us
And hurts us.

It's my way
And your way,
And their way.

No way.

Friday, March 3, 2017

I Wish I Was Sweet

Oh, I wish I was Sweet
So that you could taste me, 
Rolling me in your mouth with your tongue
And like me.
I wish I had the right amount of sugar, 
Or honey,
A person who constantly and tenderly smiles!

I Wish I Was Sweet, my dear,
And that you could only hear
Coming out of my mouth
The tenderest words ever said,
Driving into your ears
The sweetest words ever heard...

Oh, I swear I wish I was Sweet,
Diabetically sweet,
But in fact (you can tell it from the pace of my heart beat),
I think I'm just weird.