Thursday, 27 January 2011


Some things when broken cannot be fixed
And you cannot replicate what once didn’t exist

You can simply try to create
But creation is useless if the need is not collectively felt

To create is a process, not an end

Monday, 24 January 2011

A silent shout

It wasn’t until a year later
When she was in the bathtub
Shaving her legs
And accidentally cut her skin
With the cold razor blade
And saw the blood running down
Without feeling an ounce of pain
That she knew she could no longer feel
That she knew that cuts in her soul
Did have an immunizing effect
Even on her flesh

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

One fake winter season

The sun was swallowed by a rain cloud
The sky, wearing its black dress of mourning
Instead of weeping
Is now trying to hold its tears

I was told when I was young
That keeping things inside
And refraining from expressing sorrow
Leads only to a dead end
Eventually, one explodes from too much emotion

Expressing is one step forward toward accepting

Cry sky cry

Sunday, 16 January 2011

A thought

In the moment before the night is completely over
And before sunrays start making their way
Through the fading darkness
I find myself thinking about
How perfectly symbiotic our bodies looked on white bed sheets

Sunday, 9 January 2011

A trip in lost time*

Let’s ride together the back of a butterfly
And dive into a pool of our memories
Break into a heaven we once shared
That is now lost in a different place and time
Let’s color the film strips of our photos from the past
Let’s re-arrange moments of our lives
Leaving the sad ones behind
Let’s disconnect together, like we used to do
Drift into our created shared consciousness
But this time, let’s shut the doors behind us
So that we never fall into reality again
Never again

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

The Comical Spiral of Sorrow

Close your eyes
Fake a new dream
Watch the night pass by
As the daytime colors disappear
Recall instants of your day
That was similar to any other day
Nothing special to mention
Nothing much to say


Another year passing by
What difference does it make?
You are in the comical spiral of sorrow
One day you will close your eyes
Longing for a dreamless night

Can you go on faking it all your life?