Vanishing, The oneiric lightness. Feel through the glass And there is silence. Sing in my ear, And close your eyes. Dream-like And painfully Palatable. The oneiric lightness. Smell my thoughts, And touch my words, Feel through the glass And there is silence. Dream-like And painfully Palatable. The oneiric lightness. I just want To keep caressing The music In your eyes. Feel through the glass. Caress. Pierce. Silence.
Stepping stone, Wonderful ears They hear the music While I swing along. Back and forth, Like a little child That sleeps And does not want To get woken. Like a song That does not end In innuendo. Wonderful years They go away Like a sad song, Like the slipping rain. Stupid fears, Those hectic lives, The bells go wild.
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. I am helpless, Like a river That heads Towards the unknown. Only to die In the liquid immensity. Singing silently Solving riddles Welcoming the intense pleasure Of dipping my toes in the sea.
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.
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 snake That bites my ankle. Slimy mark Imprinted on my skin. I did not even notice I was trespassing Your green garden. The one that I used to step upon With naked feet. I distance myself, Dancing, Dangling my legs Under my polka-dotted skirt. All I needed Was to doodle Small figurines On your blank notebook. Doodle away, And take a sip of coffee. Famine abounds And you need To stop wasting away. Willingness […]
Humanistic woman,Yet not humane,Fat with ideasBursting off the seams. Can’t keep Probing her thoughtsIn a world thatLaughs at its own jokes. She tightens her beltBut fragmented sentencesKeep rumblingInside her belly.She can hear themRevolting in her guts. She is hungry,She doesn’t even knowHow to keep her diet in check,How to digest all those stewed letters. Fat with ideasBursting off the seams. She is hungry,Yet she doesn’t even knowHow to concoctSome random verses.There is not even rhymeAnd even in freestyleThat is a recipe […]
Wonder womanWith a red nose,Cannot seeBeyond her wide ears.Untidy stareThat fixes uponA yellow mountain.Her eyes wide open,Her sticky toesAnd those clown shoesThat make her stumble.Lipstick paints her cheeksAnd decorates the roomThat she inhabits.Cry awayTo the dark crowdAnd cheer up,Remove the paint.Wonder womanwith a red nose,Your eyes wide openAnd your sticky toes.Cry awayTo the dark crowdRemove the shoesThat make you stumble.
A little mouse in the kitchenQuietly hidden Behind lower cupboards.He seems hypnotized By cooking smells. He wants to escapeHis hiding place,But a dog lurking aroundHe senses. Some breadcrumbs Fell off while dishing away A poor man’s toast, so I leave them there for the little mouse's tea. The suave hunter Now enters the room. The mouse is scared and silenced, As he can smell His early morning death. Momo is shedding,The floor is full of […]
Girl in mousy sunglasses Arrives on her date. Unknowingly the guy Has set up the meetup In a pretty beer garden belonging to her favourite bookshop. You picked a lovely place. Did I? Yes! I come here often. To buy books. They cheer me up On my worst days, Regardless of genre. Left eyebrow arched. Do you like reading? Of course - I love it. Don’t you? Right eyebrow arched. Well, yes. Who doesn’t? I […]