I remember when we were from the deepest sea, from the darkest corner of the ocean floor, the resistant starfish feeding all the time. 
I remember when millennia afterwards, feet on the ground, we became almighty rockstars that thought of changing the world. 
Somewhere along the path we lost our memories of when we were eagles flying above the sky. And the obscurity of tomorrow never brings more than you can see with an eye.

(in 2017)

Get a hold of yourself 
being lost and confuse 
believing and getting disappointed
such is life 
when you're not anointed 
who cares 
if you're not a paradise
I don't 
I'm done.

Life to Death, 
you're all white lies and dark secrets, 
fake smiles and obvious mysteries. 
I will no longer wait for it
I will no longer stay for it
I will no longer pay for it.

Let the watercolours spread and blend into the liquid of your heart made of tears and keep on hoping that one day it will hurt less.

The way I loved the people that I loved, full hearted and overwhelmed soul...

No more dark angels here, just lost creatures living in twilight.

Remember how happy we were so many years ago by the sea shore,  laying down on the beach, feeling the warmth of the sun on our skins, hearing lilac wine and feeling that the moment was perfect.

There will no longer be death
when someone dies and a part of me breaks;
for my elder will still be sitting on the same bench
and my friends of my age will still be travelling the world;
and if any child falls into its claws she will still laugh out loud. 

You move me
like the waves in the ocean slowing down in the sunset
and the skinny rain giving a nostalgic colour to everything

It's like the blues when the guitar is swinging slowly
and the light caresses that your hands do to my hair
and through the dawn the music we hear till daylight

You make my heart mellow
with the beauty of your verses
and all the nights that I spend
remembering that one and only time
we sat by your window
watching the swallows fly. 

Like water, shapeless, 
I float in the ocean;
Like wind, wild,
I roam with my mind;
not ethereal, nor underground,
not in a limbo, not in a merry-go-round
but just invisible like sound.