Thursday, July 14, 2016

who knows

She likes the perfume
which must be
 his secrecy
And feels that wish of
ah... I wish I had it

So I can let myself  go and get lost
in his most intimate sighs

She loves it when he comes up

for all the revolution
of her body
 a painful
of  uncontrolled senses

She hates it,
 as the moment for him to disappear
gets too close and clear

and she can do nothing but
hold up her tears


another day
 or year

A dream.


Wednesday, July 13, 2016



Where did it go?

Your ability

to fall in love


and be loved...

Where did they go?

The wise words,

the witty laughter,

the precise moments...

The no fear,

the no-black future...


...because of the gone ones?


...because over is the end?


Don't know.


Gone , gone, gone

Gone to stay.

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Saturday, October 31, 2015

old wood and sunflower

This morning, Love
has been a rainy experience
so I got wet
 in and out and in again...

We were meant for each other
and you knew it too well
We were meant to be one with the other
and I chose the easy way
You did not insist
for life is short
and I too young
Silly you, silly me.
 It happened.
You’ve always been the lively joyful spirit
and my age is older
it  sort of
gets as back as that of
that old wood of the barn
next to our dream house in the mountains
looking out to the sea...
Far so far
near so near
the sea...
you and me.

You are the sunflower
in the fields that lie between
the sea and
our home
... the old wood.

Monday, October 26, 2015

hey hun

This Life

You, Life 

So full of

Ups and downs

Today you give me hope
Today you tell me bad news
Today I get a reward
One day at a time
Yes, hun


So full of 
Ups and downs

Today I cannot resist

Today I lie and wait 
Today I might even pray

Yes, hun

Life cannot help it
But evolve.