Ballad for an imaginary friend

Soon we'll be seeing each other again my friend ,with every touch you'll come near
Braided tears in a lump of clay .Please be patient,please be patient!
I know you so well,even without reading in your palms the leaking into nothingness
I have so many memories to share .Will you dedicate me all the raindrops from your poems about the sleeping angels?
I'm so sure you'll scold me again ,then build a wall between us.
These years all colors looked like black to me

Soon we'll sway again my friend.The music of the waves will carry us away ,a tango of the falling leaves
Do not worry,I won't tell anyone where you have hidden or how long have I kept you in this common embrace
Just like the living lava of a volcano,I am ready to erupt
Now it' s easier to understand why my wings were broken as I fell in the abyss
Age has rushed ,but time is still here with me
As a permanent tattoo in the graves of my skin

We've been two strangers in the mirror of winter

Always listen to the voice of love, they used to tell each other
The lovers so numbed on the frozen ,solitary benches
To drown in the life of another is just like every atom would recompose
To unify with life itself ,just to die so quickly after,before the time comes
Although there are not so many days I keep on wandering here
Each of them resemble one another


There were no unexplained things then
Just another face of time so hurried
A window through which a lost traveler could find the way
A secret dialogue between the eyes that have lost the balance
You're so afraid of wolves stories in which the blood
Breaks white days,white nights,crystal moments


I feel so small in front of the flakes flowing heavily
Used to be so young then,hard to recognize myself
Now I am prepared for a long,deep sleep
Closed the window ,went to bed, covered in sadness
A dream with cherry blossoms until next spring
Why should I care anymore about the insignificant signs
Of a season-soul in the mirror ?

A summer poem for all seasons

between your steps and the sea sand synapses
the feet gather each grain every touch is the missing atom
blood is imbued in old memories
you hum our story and expect the sky to hear it
and capture a mystical scene with a camera
develop the photos in a secret lab
to become a sworn of butterflies with rainbow wings
smiles and colors
you bury bury the sepulchral silence in the corner of your palms
dancing hearts overflowing with emotion
everything should happen once more to infinite times
until the flight defeats the unspoken
the ascension becomes the rock and kisses the mountain

What's the price of loneliness ,Lord?

Lord, what's the price of naivety today
That one painted with the soul, not the brush
Writers never lie,they have already read all the lines in your palm
Then sat down on paper all they have seen so others could understand the mystery
Writers are ever so lonely ,no one kisses them ,hug them or offer them a helping hand to lead them through the blue dreams
In the sweeping victory

So, what's the price of loneliness, Lord
Through my thoughts raining with metals
You loved her and still set her free
Jaws are painfully clenching in the dark
I always thought you will understand&forgive
But no, the world cannot be contained in a single answer
A single question or poem

Lord, have you ever thought about the price of my passing by
The verses are just a synthesis of mystical and rebellion
Life enters indirectly as a filtered shade
And again you look at me as if I were just an exhibition
Eyes are embers ,falling stars,but not a clear sky
I know I'll be a sinner once more

Therefore,I am guilty for breathing
Light surrounds me but still I can't get up
I am helplessly kneeling
Nobody will ever announce my arrival
Lord, should I pay my ascension with these broken arms or my tears?