sâmbătă, 8 august 2026

mi alma azul

te llame con mi alma desnuda y azul 
te escribi con mi alma abierta y clara 
te guarde en mis suenos y entonces 
tu viste mi alma demasiada despierta y derecha. 


miercuri, 5 august 2026

snow in august

the roads are closed 
the snow is one foot tall 
my feelings have no life guards 

they did not dissolve in the snow. 

marți, 4 august 2026

migrants

I should not cross the border like 1000 migrants from Marachesh 
just because I have something to say

I should not let myself dream of a room with no view 
only a secret passage to a green land with hills that need to be walked, of forests that sing the yearning song, of laughter from a far and of games on a table with prosseco and wine. 

duminică, 2 august 2026

frica de frica

imi e frica de frica ce vine 

din senin, din ghetusul din fata casei

din soarele torid, pe campurile pe care stramosii le stiau fara GPS ca bataturile palmei mainii stangi. 

imi e frica de frica din genunchii copilului meu cel mai mic 

sa nu fie mai puternica decat iubirea care il inconjoara.  

totusi chiar frica ma ajuta pe mine sa il ajut pe el

ni con hielo

echo de menos 

a ese primer momento que vi tu calor 

y tu passion que esta con migo algun dias 

y la seguridad y la curiosidad que tu presencia me da

no se por que

este fuego que ni con hielo ni con agua

se para de llenar mi alma. 


first dream

time

has passed since my first dream of you 

came with no warning 

a kiss in a dream

it awaken something in me 

something I never looked for

but it added layers to my heart

layers of desire 

of care from a distance 

layers of guilt and of vulnerability

vulnerability I never wanted to build

it taught me about a deeper meaning I was already looking to understand

my heart still trembles like a dragon in the ashes of that first dream.

vineri, 31 iulie 2026

decoding

I have no idea what goes on in your soul. 

I just know you look for me, I feel it. 

Even when you put on masks after masks and say I called you just because x or y as to mention am nothing special, or never because you just feel like talking to me. 

Sometimes I don't know what you are trying to tell me. This hidden signals, if they are, I can not decode. My mind and heart do not work like this.