Singing silently Solving riddles Welcoming the intense pleasure Of dipping my toes in the sea. The water is warm And all I want Is to spend my future Trying to decipher where to swim. Strepitously silent song, It breaks my voice And produces Luminous And distilled sediments Of fear. I am helpless, Like a river That heads Towards the unknown immensity. Only to die in the sea. Intense pleasure That invokes fear And truly starts […]
Toss a coin. What will be, will be. Forever unknown. If I ever wanted to go and flyI'd give it a chanceTo my dying habitsOf swelling wet rainSpeaking half-truthsAnd venturing into the abyss. All I wantIs to give away the fearsPrecious as they are,And to welcomeThe uncertainty of days gone,Days rainedAnd far apart,Like a tiny figmentOf my imagination.The one that dries outEvery time I thinkAbout saluting the new world.
He entered the pale wooden café on the far corner of the shopping mall, the one facing the cylindric office tower. It was a pale day in November, and all he wanted was to sniff away his fears, which at that very moment were taking shape as the extra weight he’d need to lose before his upcoming race. Slowly but surely, he approached the waitress, who was chewing gum and inspecting her gel nails before […]
I wish I'd told you earlierHow much I likeWalking over thin ice. I feel the thrill to open up pandora’s box, the one holding the key to your desires. I just want to carry on walking,Feeling the sun on my back,Stepping over the edge. Just. I wish I’d put on better shoes,Since the edge is long and slipperyAnd I keep looking down the abyss. And while I stay still,A fly sits on the tightrope.Suddenly I start sneezingAnd lose my balance. I […]
Hop on, story master, The one that would not let Her fears run awayThrough the back door. Unrelenting strideGets nearAnd gets catapultedTowards the crying treeThe willowThat my dad pruned.It had to dieAnd with one last cryIt got swallowed up by the earth. Rest in peace majestic willowThe one beautiful backdrop Of my endless summer holidays.When I was a childAnd then you dieWith your unrelenting stride.Story master leaves.
Apocalyptic fearsThat come and go,Marvelous weatherThat gives me solace.I feel slightly thirsty.The housecleaner is goneAnd the floors are wet,Ready for my indoor skating.Dying habitsAnd freckled skin,The dog approachesAnd wets my kneeWith his muzzle. Acerbic love. I take a sip Of my wine.I call a truce,She leaves an open door.The wooden panel creaks,I get flusteredAnd my cheeks reddenWhen I imagine myselfWriting this.
The swimming costume sticks to her ribs and rubs her skin the wrong way, as she advances on her chlorinated walk to hell. Mum has sewn a plastic white seahorse on the lower right, close to the suit’s seams. She keeps feeling its rough surface as she slowly takes the stairs up to the pool. Do you want to get back to the white seahorse? Not really, says the child. Stupid kid. Off you go […]
Venomous snakeThat bites my ankle.Slimy markImprinted on my skin.I did not even noticeI was trespassingYour green garden.The one thatI used to step upon With naked feet.I distance myself,Dancing,Dangling my legsUnder my polka-dotted skirt.All I neededWas to doodleSmall figurinesOn your blank notebook.Doodle away,And take a sip of coffee.Famine aboundsAnd you needTo stop wasting away.Willingness is the wonderfulGift of the soul bearers.They instillFanciful thoughtsAnd set them alight.Open sky,A broken key,Bringing downThe merry outskirts.They do not wantTo kneel […]
Sailing solo,Sand and songs,One wet page,All sweet and dour.I feel the soothing caressOf the steaming bath.I smear the mirrorWith wet tenderness.Cold water,Lashes at my back.I lash out,As if your long handsWere graspingGolden ringsThat my fingers Will never wear. Sad song, Blinking boat Sailing solo.
Stretch out your hands,Caress the book covers,Savor their titles,Enjoy their pensive skin.Don’t fear funEmbrace the wonderOf those sad stories thatYou almost dreamed.Yellowed pages,Dog-eared chapters.The wordsYou didn’t writeAre truly yours.Like black magicInk disappears.With empty lungs, I bark,And I bow to the writerFrom the resolute wisdomOf the starry desert.Like black magicInk disappears.These are the booksyou should have written.Your travel companionsTo the afterlife.This very barking night.