open doors

you leave the doors open

so nothing to be misunderstood

reluctantly arrive 

in a doorstep 

you see my smaller eye that took something from my hands, or from the train I travelled in. 

you talk and I listen

no misunderstanding from my part. 

hugs for a mother

for a mother there is one moment in the day, 

early morning when her kids are just waking up

and they give this hug that makes all the other hugs in the world feel small. 

This hug that has the power to change the world. 2 little hands in an embrace of a mother's soul. 

one of the most amazing things in the world

blue light

Early morning the lady of the castle called its mistresses. 

In the first 3 months of the year I could not leave this space. My heart was waiting. 

Today I raise the clowds above 

I whisper to the wind and the clowds turn on eachother 

Swirling and fighting, pieces of their effort gets dissipated into the dark 

Heavy rain starts in the middle of their encounter 

The lady danced in the garden in her white silk dress with her hair raised above her soft shoulders, on which she guarded the sun and the waves of her heart. 

She danced a wild dance. Her feet cried. Her smile froze. 

The sky opened. The castle was flooded within a blue light. 

Her eyes looked for his presence. Her hands drew his smile in the dissipated pieces of the dark. 

She took that smile and touched her waves. Her shoulders shivered, her body trembled and her knees were upon the ceiling as the wind shattered all that was to be shattered. 

Still at the end she kept his blue and his smile.  

complicated woman

In my quiet moments 

I get to reflect

and every time I decide to be easy going

not complicated 

just simple straight forward nothing else then what it is in plain sight. 

But no. 

I am full of layers and layers of desires, of round passion, of courage and of responsibilities and some hurt. 

In my mind stories are born every day 

On my lips words of kindness and growth

In my heart is not easy to enter and not easy to escape. 

shared time and space

when I write to you I feel guilty 

although there is nothing I write about to feel guilty. 

I feel guilty because no matter where I am I would give you parts of my time and a little bit of my space. 

a moment in time

a tender kiss 

a kiss that needs no introduction 

a kiss that would ignite my being 

a kiss I waited for, a while ago 

a kiss I abandoned 

a kiss that I dreamt about 

a kiss I buried on a bench in a park

soft at first, exploring 

then growing the pace as if it would hook our spirits into a dark matter explosion.

uncommitted and full of desire

just a moment or two of tenderness. 

a kiss to remember

unreliable feelings

I feel your thoughts 

mid day and every other early morning

it may seem crazy and strange. 

my imagination 

is running wild into the sun 

running against the undeniable facts