Saturday, October 31, 2015


When you think I'm nothing,
I'll be everything.
I'll be playing with your hair,
Watching all your steps,
Flying with the wind.

When you think I'm over,
I'll be over everything,
Glancing through the sky
(Clouds raining from my eyes)
Far better than you think.

When you finally forget me,
Figuring it's not worth 
Spending your days like this,

I'll have let you go,
I'll finally have flown
Further in the bliss.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015


A bird is just a bird,
That's all it has to be,
And nothing but a bird.
Its house is in the air,
Its blankets are its feathers.

And everything that matters,
Is flying just for pleasure,
Spread its wings and go,
Not worrying where to rest,
Whatever the weather is.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015


Clouds pass by across the blue sky.
From the rain, not even a dim sight.
The sun blinds me, shining so bright.

I miss the darkness, where the right
Used to hide from vicious eyes.

Maybe one day I will abide
The laws I presently despise. 

Oh, how I loath all this dam plight!

All stupidity seems to float
Smoothly, softly,
In a river of high-sounding light.

Friday, October 16, 2015


In a world so obscure
I've learned not to be so sure.
It's the benefit of doubt
That allures me. 

Up and down, in and out,
All my dreams have been so factual...
And I try to avoid the fall
In the abyss of assurance. 

Tuesday, October 13, 2015



Envy is a like a dull knife:
It cuts through its victim's flesh
Without any care,
So that after the job is done
Nothing will be left in a good state.

Neither to the victim
Nor to the torturer.

True Love

He passed by her without a look,
Carelessly and coldly, slammed the door.
She smiled faintly and kept on sweeping 
An imaginary floor.

And when she spoke, he didn't answer,
Instead, he mumbled: "You're a whore!"
The atmosphere grew even denser 
And she didn't try anymore...

At dinner time, he was just fuming
And for no reason, lost his patience
A simple glance was just enough
For him to throw her against the door...

And as she wiped her bloody lips
Repeating to herself: "I'm fine!"
Awaiting on the shelf, a bottle
Of  good old strychnine.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

The Door

I used to pass by that door
Whenever I went to school.
Never saw it open,
Never heard a sound.
Just a closed door,
Colors fading in the sun.

I was very curious
About what was behind it:
Maybe a lonely ghost
Sitting in the dark
Just waiting for a toast
When he'd be remembered?

Monday, October 5, 2015

You Can't

You can't just turn around.
Everywhere you look, there it is.
Maybe you think you can pretend
Not to see what's on your way.

But one day,
There it is again, and again, and again.
The only possibility,
Is to step on that road very slowly and lightly,
Fell the soil under your feet and then
Give another step,
And another, and another

Until you have covered all that path,
Felt all the rain on your shoulders,
And the pain, and the fear,
And after you have shed all your tears,
You can say to yourself:
"Go a different way."

Saturday, October 3, 2015

What Am I Going to Wear?

Yellow, red, white or purple?
All I know is I'll be barefoot.

Old or new, short or long,
They all wait for my decision.

Do they think that I am smart
Or  an object of derision?

While I choose, I walk in circles
My make up, a coat of soot.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

The Picture

It was on the the shelf, in a corner,
A woman smiled in tones of sepia.
Nobody knew her anymore,
Or when or where she had been born.

And from the door,
Her face was the first thing that was seen.

Her eyes, as faded as her smile - maybe green?
Her hands were resting on her lap,
But the peace she tried to pass
Was nothing but a mask
Made of despair.

Her hair,
A dark mass at the top of her head,
With loose strands that reached her shoulders.
She was not much older,
But so sad...

And day by day, they passed by her
Without a worry or a stare.
She had been dead for such a long time,
That nobody cared...


Is when everything
Is all over.