river

If my imagination would be a river 

I would swim in it and somedays I would draw a finish line. 

A fish would glow inside and would travel so far that my imagination would need to stretch to catch it. 

A little rainbow would hug the river 

And I would know my imagination gives too much to too little. 

never rushed

missing our partnership 

missing your thoughts expressed quick

as if it is a buzzer to the thoughts behind, because actually there is always a conclusion, never rushed. Always thought about. Never by coincidence. 

hopes

I used to dance all night and drink juice and play ping pong and laugh and feel the beginings so near to my heart. 

I used to be always smiling and always present. 

I used to take one sip of wine and feel anxious.

I used to dance from my core, not on any known rhythm known to man or ape, but to a rhythm I felt in my heart. 

Close to a door I sometimes open to let my hopes out in the sun. 

woman's heart

I touch the sun and the sun wrinkles a little bit 

my heart is near this sun that rest on waves that never move more than I do. 

the waves I love, from the seaside, from the blue and the green and another blue sky. 

When my life will end I will take a moment to think of my sea and of my sun on top of snow hills. 

When my life will end I will have no regrets. 

I am true to myself, even in harder times. 

Many times this honesty does not help me. I would prefer to be sofisticated, but I am not. I would prefer to have the voice of a soprano, but for sure will never happen. I would prefer to take less to my heart and more to my mind.

Sometimes I manage, sometimes my blue and red heart is too excited and sometimes it is too much of a woman's heart. 

Sun and wild side

Strawberry yoghurt with pieces of fruit that smell like wild flowers in spring. 

Daisies and wild roses that live a static life of beauty and grace. I never envy flowers. I never wanted to be one. I prefer to be a motorbike or a submarine or the sun somedays, when it is winter and it has the courage to glow enough to make his presence felt.  

The sun on my skin, touching the waves of my heart. Feeling the wild side, I always try to hide. 

free

I let my thoughts free 

I let this control bee 

I let my life unfold

And I will do as much

as I can 

not to act 

not to expect 

not to portray

talking

I would talk to you, but you never seem  

to want to. 

I would contradict you

but maybe only to make it fun,

and I would seize it with a smile. 

Nothing seems to be normal anymore.