On the bed

The night started whispering
and the stars breathing
My naked eyes
and your naked eyes
Our twisted breath is like a hurricane
and the threads of the cover are warm
On my chest and on my back
Traveling on the island of clouds
Two hearts beating for the first time
and dreams are splashing on the bed
No secrets and no shame
Dreams without a ceiling
A painting without a frame
The night will never get old and our shadows will remain.

A heart of shadow

Have you ever experimented to be a light?
Have you ever dreamt in the night?
And have you ever had a heart

I have been a light and now I am glances hidden in your eyes
I have dreamt all nights and now I am living in dreams
But I have never had a heart since I am made of shadow

Dreams made of Ashes

I have drawn your photo on my door
Impressive lines
Clear rhymes
I have written to you my messages on the sky by the clouds
Leaves are escaping from the autumn to the shadows of the spring
Trying to catch up with tomorrow
And watching the candles of the past
Candles are melting dropping lines of wax on my table
Drawing your face and burning what left of the autumn leaves.
Ashes are flying in my room penetrating the dim lights
And I am enjoying listening to your voice calling me in the background
Some cold and some fears
Hesitation
Why we are afraid
Of Leaves! Candles! Lines or ashes!
I had grown up drawing on the door.

a kiss on a flying tissue

S: life is a continuous goodbye, setting us in departure sea sides. till our scarves become of stone while waving.

Among the Crowds

The princess of the cities
My Capital
And a loud voice shouts in the horizon
Carried by the color of the sunset.
As the sun disappears the voice goes louder
Calling the princess of the cities
While I am searching for my lost city in silence and in sadness
The dreams play the roles
And memories draw tomorrow with undetermined features
And this is the way fate goes
Hides behind the silence of the sunset
Even after I reached my city I lost my addresses

The Train

I have stood on the edge of the pavement
Many cars passed
Many birds passed
I saw some little leaves on the ground
And some far smoke was coming out from the chimney of the passing train.
And once I could see its windows reflecting images in my eyes.
I saw many faces
Happy and sad
I saw many eyes
Brown and blue
The train of goodbye carried the images to other destinations.
And I went back to the pavement continued to home under the rain carrying sparks of memories and the reflections of windows of the passing train.

We are vsitiors

VISITORS