Category: Poetry

Dust


The theory of dust..
I have just invented..
Or maybe I read it.. 
in some magazine..

It says that this earth.. 
is highly committed,
to pulling you down..
deep and within.

That’s why its magnetic.. 
Reunion of dust..
It’s almost poetic..

But everything dies.
Every. Thing. Ends.
The earth will get back.
all what she has lent..

But wait.. 

there is heaven..
with angels and souls
It’s properly hidden.
behind some unseen walls..
and mostly forgotten..
between the prayers and moans..

but it has also given..
your soul and your scent..
she also wants back..
what she has once lent..

You try to escape..
You want to exist..
you try finding life..
You try and resist..

in the darkness of cosmos.
in the light of your heaven..
some loves and some hates..
we think all persists

so dust pulls some dust
and soul pulls some soul
laws of attraction..
that always exist..

but,

Everyone dies..
Everything ends..

A moment

A dot at the end of the line..
start a new page..
put a dot after a letter..
flip a couple of pages..
and put another dot..
then reverse and ponder..
maybe you resume where you stopped..
and then release another dot..
and maybe you swing back and forth..
and wonder..
what if I stay with what I have got..
surrender..
i beg you not..
flip a few more pages..
and remember..
where you stopped..
or drop the book altogether..
and come to me..
I have lit the fire ..
and washed the pot..
i will make your tea..
i will serve it hot..
we will sit apart..
in silence..


From the Brain Tumor Clinic

Give me a minute, I will dance again…
I will smile at you..
I will share a story..
I will take you for dinner, and I will pay too.

Give me an hour, we will go for a walk..
We will breathe that fresh air by the river, we will eat grilled chestnuts..
We will laugh and talk..

Give me some more time, and I won’t save a dime.
I will buy myself a ticket, I will buy you one too..
I am not too sad, I just don’t like farewell parties.
I will have a few drinks and then slip away when nobody is watching..
“Oh.. He left. It was nice when he was here..”

Well, here is a memory to keep.
I will tap on your shoulder,
and caress your neck.
Remember these touches,
Unlike me, they are eternal.

It is not what they think..
I am not collecting much pleasure now.
I am trying to leave bits of me behind.
I don’t want to cease to exist.
I don’t want you to forget.

Oh, I guess it is time.

I will put on my favorite socks with bicycle patterns
I will ride my bicycle to that field with the blooming flowers
I will take photos of the yellow ones.. at the time of the sunset.. 
Just like every spring, when I think they bloom to say:

Adios

Artwork: passing of hope

Photo: Passing of love, using: photo by Zoe, photo by Danielle Dolson , photo by Julian Hochgesang, photo by Aron Visuals

Air

Oh nurrrse!

Signor Carlo says he can’t breathe..
He might be the next in line..
Or maybe that Signora..
in bed number nine..

Oh God!

We will have to decide again..
The healthy or the friend?
or that young man in pain?
oh God!
Your job of decision,
is too hard for a man..

They just keep on coming..
we try but in vain..
This emergency unit..
is a station of pain..
a gateway for heaven..
more loss than we gain..

Air is now gold..
and gold is just air..
it seems that in death,
this virus is fair!..

Oh Air!

we took you for granted..
we just didn’t care..
we cut more than we planted..
you damned us with fear..

Oh God..

Tie down these death angels..
that you have unleashed..
The lessons are mastered..
This virus has preached..

These numbers are rising..
We are in despair..
We never have thought..
we would run out of air..

As We Leave The Shore


It is probably the way she shines..

Or the way I feel she’s mine..

The little shrug with one shoulder..

Or her smile..

At the sunflowers field..

Is it the bravery with which she sees the world?

Or her kindness..

And her muffins..

I felt her joy when she told me about the stars..

Where she belongs..

I wonder, how often can I fall in love?

One more time..

From the beginning..

Blow away the dust over your heart..

And be brave..

Surrender to her beautiful moments..

Drop the calculations..

There are no maps for love..

nor destinations..

Pack for the journey..

Get rid of expectations..

and your nihilism..

and sail!

Dysarthria


Gu gu gu..te- te- te- nnnnnn.. Mooooorgen.. doktor..
I am so glad you are here.. I have traveled long and have been waiting for an appointment..
I came here with fear.. I fear to stay the same.. With my thoughts just for me.. I fear to speak so slow, that no one wants to hear.. They all think I am fading.. my whole seems to disappear..
Year after year, I worked like a machine.. even when all retired.. I went on for 10 more winters.. I just couldn’t leave.. I could have gone to Cuba.. I could have sailed the seas.. I could have built a villa.. I could have.. i could have.. I could have..
Now I am stuck in myself.. with words as many as none.. I have lost the way to folks.. I have lost the meaning of all..
Please don’t think I am stupid.. the brain works faster than my tongue.. I used to scold the kids.. I used to sing and hum.. I used to do it all.. before my health was gone..
I know it is the end.. things won’t be the same.. I know the days are different.. that hope is rather lame.. I won’t ask for much.. it is little what I need.. I just would like a look.. of patience and of respect for whom I once was.. I will suffer, for sure, alone..
Acknowledgement would be fine..

Tell me all

Your photo of your candle

Shut down the world..
and sit here with me..
Only one candle..
One cup of tea..

Tell me all..
I am here to hear..
both your hope..
and biggest fear..

Take a sip..
then tell me more..
Start from the surface..
walk me to the core..

Spare no word..
I want to hear it all..
The day you hugged the world..
The day you let it fall..

Take another sip..
let me smell your hair..
let me see your smile..
revolt against the tear..

One last sip..
Have you finished your tea?
Put out the candle..
and make a wish to be..

For all our sorrows..
and all of our pain..
are lessons to remember..
and wisdom to obtain..

Story of a Kissless Encounter

Image from: http://worldofsigns.com/blog/curious-kissing-habits-of-the-british/

On a day before today..
Early june or late in Mai..
I was walking on the way..
Where the angels used to stay..

She was there walking with me..
Many smiles in her pocket,
and a poem in her wallet,
and a lot of things to say..

Full of joy I saw her soul..
Walking, talking also joking..
Laughing louder than I do..

Curly curls in her hair..
Lovely earrings in her ear..
In her eyes there was a flare..
All the time I had to stare..

Then we wandered in the town..
Walking up and walking down..
Having many things to share..
Saying words to tell we care..

Then she pointed at the crowd..
People sitting in the garden..
Having fun and being loud..

“Wonder, how it is to be..
like the people that I see..
lame and boring little lives..
unlike you and unlike me..”

Well, of course my dear to-be..
We are pearls inside the sea..
Take my hands and walk with me..
Let’s go far let’s be free..

At this moment when we looked..
Both the hands and eyes are locked..

All the movements came to slow..
Scented breeze began to flow..
Lovely music in the show..
Just one thing I had to do..
Kiss those lips the way I know..

Cazzo, man, I didn’t dare!

In Cafe de France


I just met her only once…
working in Cafe de France…
We were there by happy chance..
Eggs and juice and milch-kafe..

With the boys I was in there..
But my eyes were just with her..
When she moved they moved along..
like that game of ping and pong..

From the back to the forth..
From the front to the rear..
When she came over to talk..
When she had to disappear..

Any word she had to say..
Any look she gave away..
Little hearts were in my eyes..
Oh my boy she made my day..

Had the meal and had the drinks…
DJ ate his many eggs..
It was time for us to leave..
All I wanted was to stay..

Roam around.. roam around..
In the city with the crowd..
Loved the scenes and loved the sound..
But my mind was away..

I did that work of CIA..
I got her name in half a day..
I hate to text! What should I say?
I wrote “hello” and had to pray!

Did she write me?
Yes indeed!
Wrote the things I hate to read..
That I need to stay away..
‘cause she had a Fiancé!

Oh boy!