Sunday, December 24, 2017


“First we feel. Then we fall.”

― James Joyce

in all cuts and fabrics
I wear only funeral blacks
in spite the pulse 
and the heart beat
there are moments 
of death, so vivid
that I fear
by this year end
my corpse will start rotting
the worms of your words
eating the core
of my heart
and then slowly
your oblivion
towards my pain
will stop hurting
time for new year gift!
dress me as a bride
and please buy me 
a lovely coffin
called love !

Tuesday, December 19, 2017


“In the dark times 
Will there also be singing? 
Yes, there will also be singing.
About the dark times.” 

― Bertolt Brecht 

My body touches
smiles, loves, hates
while the soul
drowns in
a deafening silence

no bubbles reach
the surface
no ripples

the still waters
of life
choke my lungs
no songs now
no more words

I am buried
where you can't
light candles !

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Her love was a migratory bird

She a still lake
in the middle of nowhere
He a Red Knot
flying 16,000 kilometres 
twice a year
from his "home"
called Siberia

no maps, no compass
- only soul 
his geomagnetic field
- only love
sun during the day
stars by night
leading him to her

he built a nest
in her 
and then  
she set him free
back to the sky
where he was meant to be
as she held his image
in her still womb
her love was
a migratory bird !

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