BATTLE
How am I supposed to stand
beautiful and stone faced in this world.
Hate can tease me,
warring thoughts,
I stand in the tempests.
The flow won't lift me.
The noise is in my ears.
I stay on earth.
Mute with terror.
Everything that happens around me
becomes real.
And fights inside itself.
To be strong!
To hold life in my hands
like a boat tied to the shore
when the wind is blowing from the south.
A BIT OF SPRING
I hear her steps.
Sure, the almonds are in bloom.
The birds are chirping.
Is that all?
I’m still waiting for the earth to green.
I’ve seen the first flower.
It bloomed, hidden, by itself.
Nature
is a much better friend.
Loneliness
Loneliness loves the cool streets
as she looks for me.
Me, their eternal friend,
I am getting older and I can’t shake off those mistakes.
And may the old market squares
be my witnesses in court,
and you, ancient buildings,
and you, who don’t know yet
that sadness is my only friend.
Sadness and the streets fight amongst themselves,
and I go on foot.
Neither the coolness, nor the winter
will ever find out
what’s wrong
END
Everything that was in reach
flew away in the hurricane.
It passed.
I didn’t just let it go.
It got lost somewhere in time
leaving no threads
no ashes
no other trace.
I thought and I wanted
to win it for myself
I thought and I knew
it existed only for me.
Today everything has died down.
The morning follows the sun.
Night, moon and stars.
Only the wind strokes me.
Untitled
Where is the hurricane of forgetting?
The child’s smile long dead,
the games disturbed in the yard,
the cheerful barking of dogs.
The cat is nobody’s, now,
dogs appear from all sides,
adders breed in places
where there is no life.
There is none, no day, only dark night.
Worried old people wait for grandchildren.
I remember the air and the heat wave.
We die forgotten.
The weather is not charitable, either
passing from hour to hour
as if it rubbed out existence!