Thursday, 20 April 2017

Falling in love rhymes

Don't change your hair if you care
about the way it blows in the air
and the tenderness you share
with the fortunate that are fair
and get to be your deserving pair.

You said you've never seen that before
and suddenly you felt someone at your door
looked outside and his sight threw you to the floor
as you thought you couldn't possibly love anymore

"I fall in love too easily" came to your mind,
never even realizing his smile so kind,
your heart started melting like a peeling rind

"I fall in love too fast" continued the song
and your face blushing as if you've done something wrong.





Monday, 27 March 2017

There will always be two benches on that street, 
on that park, 
and whenever and wherever it is light and it is dark, 
there will be grandsons and grandmothers 
sitting side by side 
with a tenderness 
that in your whole life 
will never catch again your eye.

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Just writing a poem

I will now write a poem.
The poem will be writing it.

Yes.

The End.


Tuesday, 31 January 2017

God is like those three Mizaru monkeys: blind, deaf and mute.

Monday, 16 January 2017

"society, you're a crazy breed, hope you're not angry but I disagree"

No nobility or character at all among humans
when they do everything for the wrong reasons:
charity, because they need to feel like they're doing something good;
loving and caring because they need what people give them;
putting children in the world just for their own selfish reasons;
apologizing (always insincerely) only because they need people;
and then they just do it all over again and perpetuate it in their prole

as the everlasting unsatisfied superficial people faking all the time
because they were breeded like that in society's culture.


Tuesday, 10 January 2017

Wednesday, 28 December 2016

If bombs were sexbombs and guns were "tim gunns", the world would be a lot prettier and fashionable. 

Friday, 2 December 2016

Of all, among aches and sorrow and stumbles, disappointment caused by heartbreak is what ages one the most.

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

(A) Memory

I feel the touch of silk on a steel bar that I hold on to because I'm climbing up the stairs of the subway station and lately my knees have been quite hesitant to tread in the city life.

Everyone is rushing so stressed, like they're running from an unstoppable train...

Just moments ago, the memories paraded beyond my eyes in a kind of military march, station to station: the meeting point where I finally meet the one; the place where all dreams were supposed to come true and, nearby, the sad horrors houses; the place where all dreams are suffocated; the adventure of the unknown; the station that read "Love" on the subway's carriage window reflecting backwards the station's name and "we were so happy here"; once upon a time a kind of refuge and beautiful citywalks all the way down to the river.
Why does it hurt not having a person anymore?
It hurts because we were happy once.