brackets

because you are kind 

extremely smart, 

because you listen, when you want.

because I feel drawn to you, the real you 

with everything you have 

with all that you are, and become

with all that I am and have become

maybe you are my mid life brackets.

follow you

maybe it seems you do not feel anything

but I know better because I feel you.

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. 

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.

magical stone

I was borned from the mountain of desire or faith or how people call it from Athos. 

I got to be one of the many citizens of the court of Mary, but when she got expelled from the mountain she took me with her, in her right pocket. 

I got to be held by saints, by ordinary woman, by powerful man, even by woman that sold their soul, and sometimes their body. 

I got to know the world, and especially people by their colors 

and if their colors were dark, they would never be able to hold me

as I am the one of the small stones from the originary carvings. 

I choose who can hold me, for a second or more. 

I travelled the world many times, but I stopped when got to be held by a man, a contradictory man.

I saw his many colors his many words and his steady feelings. I choose to stay. 

Then for one day or 2 I chose another with the colors of the Sun. 

One that had all the potential, all the internal strength, which had amazing colors.

I got to bathe in this colors and almost forgot about my purpose. I remembered the steady one and decided to return. 

My path is long, maybe never ending.