MY SKY

It was all about the rotten leaves

and the stony path ahead,

with serpentine arterials driving us to the lake.

Along the way, you and I counting the shrivelled pebbles.

The kids drew this picture.

But left me there to wait and look for one sky,

that was deliberately left unpainted.

I knew there would be this one day,

when you would be the Sun,

to fill in the gaps

to sharpen the contrasts

to let the shadows rise

and to make the treetops breathe.

But wouldn't it be in someone else’s sky?

"Oh, how we laughed!"

Oh, how we laughed! at your service

at your rights, accumulated credits...

at your scars, at your skin, skinned from inside out.

Fulfilling your own agenda.

Oh, how we laughed! at your armies

at your plastic little soldiers, at your feelings...

at your carpets, at your vomit, whiskey bottles.

Empty glasses, without traces.

Oh, how we laughed! at your distance

Distant, at your calls, at your cause,

Fullfilling your cruel agenda.

Oh, how we laughed! at your children,

born at stake, never there

Oh, how we laughed! at your placenta,

your cold-blooded trophies, your agenda.

Oh, how we laughed, at your agenda.

Oh, how we laughed.

First Attempts in Poetry

THE DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES

It was one of these days
in search to come...
to come closer to God,
a God that playfully ignored my future.
Afoot, throwing dices.
All over the place,
dicing my future.

In nights to come...
to search my God
me and my diced future.

THE SIMULACRA

Simulacra;
they were standing in the room
a room of true silence
a silence that annoyed my thoughts
thoughts that lived a short life
their life was made of wax
this wax was made by bees
these bees brought back the spring
a spring that lasted seconds
seconds passed before she closed her eyes
the eyes I fell in love with.