Wednesday, December 28, 2016

My Best New Year's Night

I was very young. I remember it was the year when they announced on TV that the star that had guided the Three Kings to Jesus would be very visible, due to a phenomenon which I can't explain now, and didn't understand very well then. The fact is that I kept looking at the sky for a long time, looking for the star, but I don't really remember seeing anything different. Thinking better, it looked like the time when they said we would see the Halley Comet - nobody did.

There were some guests in my house. Our house was small, so all doors and windows were open, and people were laughing and having a barbecue. My sister and I were teenagers, and we had a lot of friends in the neighborhood. 

After one a.m, when everybody had gone home, our friend Nando dropped by. My parents and older sisters had gone to bed, and My teenage sister and I  had put our sound system in the back yard. The sky was very starry, and the night was a little cold, so we sat on the floor, near the barbecue pit to warm ourselves a little. 

We were listening to our favorite vinyl records - there were no such things like CDs or pen drives at that time. At a certain moment, we started talking about what we expected for our futures. Our plans were all so innocent, inconsequent and none of them came true (fortunately?), but they all sounded very sensible then. My sister was older than me, and her dream was to buy a motorcycle - although she could hardly ride a bike. She had no money for such adventure, and Nando offered to buy the motorcycle with her. They'd chip in for it. Well, of course, they never did.

Years later, Nando bought himself a motorcycle that was responsible for taking his life; he had an accident, and after that, he was never the same again, and ended up dying of meningitis that he caught when he was in hospital. But before that happened, we were friends for some years. He was just 25 when he died. 

I was very shocked when I got to know about his death, and I did not attend the funeral; had no courage. We weren't so close at that time anymore, because we all had started working and studying and had many things to do. I kept thinking on how stupid life could be - why did we have so many dreams if most of them would never come true? Why did people had to die at such an early age?

Well, I had no answers. And many people I knew died at very early ages after that. It was very hard for me to deal with each of those deaths. 

I just wanted to write about my best New Year's night, and look at the mess I've made! Sorry, but my heart always takes control of my mind when I'm writing. Anyway, that was my best New Year's night. Nothing special happened. We didn't see the star, we didn't even see a flying saucer. We saw nothing but the flames getting dim and the morning light coming from behind the mountains. And we heard nothing but my father's voice, angry and sleepy, saying that it was about time we went to bed.

So we did.

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry for the world,
Victim of intolerance,
Premises for destruction,
Road to insolence.

I'm sorry for Aleppo
And its children,
But most of all,
I'm sorry for those souls
Who will certainly burn in hell
For everything they've done,
For everything they're doing.

It's sad to live in a world
Where the end 
Would be the less hurtful thing.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

No Feet

She had no feet; just slided across the floor,
And slowly raised her head
To look into open windows. 

She hissed and moved her split tongue
Speaking a sinuous language
That only she could understand. 


Thursday, December 1, 2016

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Thursday, November 10, 2016

What a Mess!

I look around
And I find out
I'd rather not open my eyes.

For what I see, 
I think the world is ending,
And there's no way to disguise it.

What a damn mess!
It seems that chaos
Has come, at last!

I rest my head
Upon my hand
And watch what's left
Go down the drain...

Monday, October 24, 2016

A Farter

A farter
Is frequently someone 
Who thinks they should not refrain
Their natural physiological need
(Not even hiding their traces)
Until they find another one
Who farts in their faces.

Monday, October 10, 2016


What we see 
When we look in the mirror
Is an inverted image of ourselves,
Exactly the image
That others see
When they look at us.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016


There was a clown hidden in the backstage
Below the canvas of a bankrupt circus.
He dreamed of the girl who flew high in the air,
His heart, a mixture of love and rage.

For he knew he’d never fly as high,
And for that reason, wouldn’t reach his aim
Of touching her; thus, lost in derision,
He picked up the glitter which still remained

On the floor, under her, at the end of the show,
He gazed upon, pretending that she was still there…
And the girl who flew was as cold as snow
Never looked at him, never minded or cared.

But the glitter shone on the clown’s fingertips,
On the blade of the knife he was holding then…
In the flying girl’s eyes, what she last had seen
-An untold secret, an unbearable pain…

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Thursday, September 1, 2016

A Sad Joke

My country nowadays
Is a joke all over the world,
Either told by God
Or by the Devil himself. 

It's not funny anymore,
Because repeatedly,
The one who's telling it
Forgets how to the story ends...

-(Well done!)

The listeners stand,
Smiles broken on their faces,
Waiting for the last laugh
Which never comes.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016


No-one sends letters anymore...
Now the space which used to be occupied
By bunches and bunches of yellowish pages,
Lies empty in the drawers...

Words are written and sent
And read, and forgotten
In a split second,
Losing the emotion that the expectation
Used to cause.

No-one sends letters anymore,
Every question is quickly answered,
Leaving no space for imagination
And the sweet anxiety
Which would send shivers up and down our spine.

Everyone is in a hurry,
The feelings run on the surface
Of shallow hearts,
Never going too deep,
Never travelling too far!

Saturday, August 13, 2016

God is a Bad Student

He mixes up the verb tenses,
Makes many spelling mistakes,
Uses the wrong prepositions
And places all adjectives
After the nouns.

He forgets the punctuation,
Ignores the grammar rules,
Says things like “You’re the bestest”
Defying the laws of language.

But in the end, the composition
Makes so much sense to the readers,
When they stop their criticism
And accept the unpredictable!

Monday, August 8, 2016

Tuesday, August 2, 2016


A mystery unsolved
The trigger of a revolver
Which has never been pulled...

A part of you
That you just hate
And never want to see...

A question mark,
A whale, a shark,
Maybe too dark,
Maybe too deep...

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

You're Losing Me...

You’re losing me, 
And you can’t see
You don’t notice, 
You don’t feel it
Or maybe you don’t mind…

Our flowers are fading,
There’s no one to care for them
No sun beam,
No water, no spring!

And the rules you’ve created
Of walking in silence
And hiding smiles
Aren’t worth for me anymore…

You’re losing me,
We’re close to the end
You’re losing yourself
And losing, each day,
The dreams that we had!

Why so much despise,
Why these shallow eyes,
Which lie on my face
Like sharp knives?

You’re losing me,
For very little, or almost nothing
Of the time that you give me,
And the muzzled words
That remain unsaid!

You’re erasing my presence
Little by little, from your life
You’re losing me,
I’m too tired to fight
For this love that hurts me
And this cold on my nape
That should be warmth.

You’re losing me,
Our love is dying
And you don’t even mind
You don’t care, you don’t fear…

I wander in your exile,
I’m a ghost in your castle
Which is empty of what once
Used to be so beautiful!
I wander alone, so dead,
I knock on your doors
But you won’t let me in…

You’re losing me,
And I’ll soon be gone
Our life is now dying
You won’t ever be heard
-In case you start crying.

Monday, July 18, 2016


I liked the angels better
When they had wings,
Lovely rosy faces,
And laughed like kids.

The angels have grown up,
And started making films
Where they play cynical roles
In which 
They get involved with humans.

The angels have lost their souls
And they have fallen from Heaven
For the second time.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016


My soul,
It dwells on the feathers of the birds,
And nests with them.

When they sing,
My soul sings,
But when they fly
My soul stays in this nest,
Comfortable where it rests,
Waiting for their return.

Then I wonder:
When will I finally go,
When will I finally burn
This heavy weight
To which I'm cuffed? 

Sunday, June 19, 2016


You meant nothing to him - just a point on a crossroad,
A place where he stopped for a drink
And a pee, and a sandwich,
You meant less than the weed along the street,
And his tires left their marks on your sand,
And now he goes back to his land.

You were merely quick satisfaction,
And you're the kind he'd never choose,
A bottle of bad-quality booze,
Just an interSEXion.

Thursday, June 2, 2016


Let them think they're smart,
Let them say I'm dumb;
It makes no difference to me:
They won't be at my tomb!

Saturday, May 21, 2016

When I was 20

When I was twenty,
Life wasn't better than today.
I was always insecure,
And felt so immature,
Wondering if there would ever
Be a cure.

I just wanted to please,
Be helpful and sweet,
Thinking I should never admit
I was used to being used.

Being twenty was not that good.

Sunday, May 8, 2016


When you look at a puddle of stagnant water,
You will see that it reflects a perfect blue sky.

That doesn't mean you should drink from it.

Saturday, April 30, 2016


Fall has finally fallen upon us...
Mystical cold
Of brown leaves and dreams...

Life is alive!

Wednesday, April 20, 2016


One day,
Someone from the future
Found a piece of newspaper
Hidden under a rock,
Half-burned and ripped.

He picked it up,
And read the letters
Which told stories about us:
- People long forgotten,
Who'd been dead for a long time
And did not matter at all

He threw us off.

Monday, April 4, 2016


Morning light has broken
The flower vases,
Just like the jokers
Sometimes break the aces.

There is a new mystery
That shines with these rays
Of the sun, which trespass
The water and the glass.