your way

you have this way to transport me in the middle of your days 

in the middle of your smile 

of your thoughts that are never ending 

of your quarrels, your rebel moments and of what gives you satisfaction, or of what makes you proud.  

and it comes with a wish to know more about your moments.

you have this way of making me feel your emotions

without once mentioning how you feel. 

lost in a puppets game

I understand the puppets game 

you do with no effort

behind it only placing words and intentions 

no energy to meet you in the middle, in another puppets game, although it could be fun. 

go to be admired, cherished or whatever you need

by beautiful girls with long hair just married or not, that will never truly understand you. 

you already may know

you are loosing something else, that seems to have no impact and no importance to you. 

Autumn Dream

familiar faces spread across the globe within the tree of life's roots.

its leaves shares their laughter

when they slowly fly to the lowest level of Hades's world. 

Autumn's dream is endless

and starts on the 31st of August

The best and last day of summer. 

tree of life

in your absence, 

your presence appears tattooed on my skin like an old oak 

that has no other reason 

to be than life itself. 

letter

somedays I would like to write you a letter written in pencil, handwritten.

to sign it with an unknown name Silvia or Martha, or Agatha maybe.  

but in the letter nothing of importance, except maybe the changes I see in you.

The way your neck changed, it is slimmer.

The way your voice changed a little, 

it found pace, something it was looking for

Your tired eyes. 

Your love of life and light and desire, not ever directly expressed verbally.

the way I feel like myself, more when I am close to you.

inulin

At the limit of my being 

there are emotions 

wrapped in inulin

At the limit of my being 

there are hills that my hips shake

there are clowds I ride 

and 

little flowers with huge roots

tree roots, that changed perspective 

and refrained from growing

At the limit of my being 

rain and summer light. 

simplicity

under water all things of life get clarified 

under water there is only dessert 

under water there is only light and play 

there is absence and it is playful.

Under water my life is simple. 

It is movement. 

no scent, no taste, no emotion

only movement and simplicity.