thoughts

To arrive safe. To have fun. To connect or to reconnect. 

some jiters about first meetings, 

knew how important they were, but I also knew how prepared you would have gone

Annoyed on myself. Annoyed for caring. 

forest lake

tears like the lake I never visited in my grandfathers forest. 

tears I hide 

tears I will never regret 

because I need them to protect my eyes 

so I can say goodbye. 

South America

South America is a rebel 

endlessly beautiful

full of life 

of dance, of rhitm

of mountains to be cherished and loved 

South America is the land that will never settle 

it is passion and it is poetry 

it is a love that will end in an instance, but its story will remain and caress your soul forever. 

South America is the land that has no fear.

like a teenager

I remeber those days you somehow dissapeared. 

I remember thinking it was not normal feeling the way I felt when you returned. 

sad and happy and a bit relieved to see you at the same time 

Relieved I see you again, and gelous, like a teenager. And feeling unfit for it.

I was not entitled to feel it. But my heart has no rules. Has no social guidelines. It just is. 

If I would try to make her be some other way 

I am too big for you to hold me 

a tree's hope

it is the ray of the sun inbetween the leaves of a tree that give it hope he can make it pass winter 

it is never his routes, that hold him tight

never allowing him to jiggle, to mistreat his spine, or to crumble back into the ground 

nor his seva that keeps him straight. 

it is never his many years expertise as a tree 

not even the moment he showed his crown to the earth and sky and squirrels and birds were amazed. 

still

it is the sun in mid autoumn that gives him hope. 

As a whisper in the ear of an old tree 

you will make it this year as well my old friend and I will watch from a far. 

chefir (ne)adevarat

e un moment in zi 

nici 15, dar nici 14.00

in care te caut absenta 

cand ma intreb unde esti, cum esti 

si daca te (re)gasesti. 

e un firesc in dup-amiaza zilei de marti, 

sau de joi

in care pare ca te astept

si te-as privi firesc 

fara echivoc in orice e banal. 

si ti-as da chefir (ne)adevarat. 

el cielo y la mujer

el cielo nero y azul 

me ha llamado anoche 

me dijo que mi matrimonio deve alomejor entrenarse con los leoneses, no con los leones. 

el cielo me llamo de todo instante y me dijo 

que mujer eres 

tan complicada, tan franca y sin franquessa.  

que mujer flaca y corta, pero gorda de emociones nunca llenas del viento que viene para mejorar y alta como el mar se altesse en la noche cuando nadie le mira. 

Una mujer de medio vida, de media altura y de tamano que el viento no la puede aguantar o alomejor alcanzar.