English Poems

Words, one after another

Forming endless(ly) overlapping worlds

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When the stars… (April 2018)

When the stars are aligned with you, dance with them and rejoice…!

When the stars are not aligned with you, remember: you, yourself, are a STAR!

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What I do (March 2018)

I write poems that no one reads

I meet people that no one sees

I hear words that no one speaks

I pick up things that no one needs

I show all my cards and I am not bluffing

I work for a company that pays me nothing

I’m reaching the sky without even jumping

I’m telling you everything without saying something

I live in a house that’s up in a cloud

I am always lost, I can always be found

I create a world that doesn’t exist

I love you, no matter how much you resist

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Her blue eyes (March 2018)

Her blue eyes

The absolute point of reference

Everything she does is tender and soft and kind and full of goodness

She never hurts anybody

She never hurts anything

She only hurts herself

Like any true human being does

Her blue eyes

I stand in awe before them

For me there is nothing after them

She is afraid and insecure

But I will not betray her

I dread disappointing her

But we are meant to be together

And her blue eyes

Have the blue colour of the sea and the sky

Of our places of origin and destination

And her blue eyes

Breathe the truth that will never be heard

And her blue eyes

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They are everything

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A new poem (March 2018)

Daffodils and a scent of rosemary

In the power of new all things old are washed

I don’t speak

The woods are calm and they are alive

My quest brought me here

Someone is watching me, I am happy he does exist

I feel tired

I grow old

The mushroom appears out of an undead angle and paints the world yellow

Pause

There is a fly deep down my heart

Black and restless into the red that we know life is

There is a path

I am not meant to find it

It’s one way

I am not ready to imagine it

But I do

Roses and lilies and a flaring tulip

It’s all bright and intense and warm and safe here

Here, with my books, and my tongue and my loosened belt

Here, where the morning of the Day of Judgment brims with hope and beauty and mystery

Here, where I lie, spaceless and timeless

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So you want to lead (February 2018)

To lead, my friend, is not as simple as you may think when you begin

You need to fight against all odds, you need to bend reality

You must inspire, yourself and others, to serve a common, greater good

According to your own true vision, the one you know you’re here for

To lead, my friend, find your obsession, the one to which your soul submits

And make it so that its importance anyone who really matters sees

By what you do and what you don’t, by being exemplary and bold

By taking risks, by your persistence, by overcoming all resistance

To lead, my friend, embrace the pain and the relentlessness of life

Erase the lies, neglect your needs, fight through your fright with all your might

Give us the world you’re dreaming of, day and night, that’s all that’s right

Become a glorious sacrifice, a fire burning in our eyes, a spotless beacon for our rise

To lead, my friend, show us the where, show us the why, become the how

No matter what, and pave the way, the one with your name on it

To lead, my friend, begin to follow your mind, your body and your heart

You’ll lead, my friend, when, in the end, you’ll know you’ve only just begun

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Le fleur de la nuit dansant(e) (February 2018)

Vous chantez et vous dansez

Notre fleur de la jeune nuit

L’ esprit bon vous avancez

A vous, je dis toujours oui

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Vous aimez nous faire heureux

Avec mouvements marveilleux

Et j’ adore vous regarder

Tout le monde reste dans vos yeux

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La vie court et nous luttons

Mais le fleur nous donne courage

Pour voyer le horizon

Pour ecrire la prochaine page

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My beautiful girl, my Valentine (February 2018)

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Early morning star (February 2018)

And the night’s

Falling down

But she knows

That my love

Spins around

And then blows

Early morning

Early morning star

And the face

Comes and goes

Comes and goes

But my soul

Breathes the life

That is lost

Early morning

Early morning star

And the day

Rises up

And away

Sing for me

Dance for us

I will play

Early morning

Early morning star

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Collaboration (February 2018)

Collaboration

Strange nation

Everlasting operation

Never-coming salvation

Obligatory starvation

Dry communication

Self-similar alteration

Odourless carnation

Collaboration

Lonely exaltation

Paradoxical peregrination

Sharing tax evasion

Learning organisation

First and foremost aberration

Anonymised cooperation

Collaboration

Home run invasion

Tautologically posthumous exhumation

Spontaneity’s Finlandisation

Collaboration

Anything

But a meaningful

Relation

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You (January 2018)

You are not what you have

You are not what you think

You are not what you show

You are not what you dig

a

You are not in the start

You are not in the end

You are not playing a part

You are not someone’s friend

a

You are not the adventure

You are not the pure joy

You are not someone’s venture

You are not besieged Troy

a

You are not how I view you

You are not how you sound

You do not need to prove you

You’re not lost to be found

a

You are the one thing existing

All the rest comes from you

You’re what’s always insisting

To look out just for you

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A.E., 17/11/2017 (November 2017)

The fragments of our dream
The one you didn’t want to see with me
They turned into rosy clouds, in the dusky sky
I’ll use them as my mattress
(They will be just the perfect fit for my broken body, don’t you think?)
I’ll fall asleep, counting my unfulfilled expectations
And I will dream of the dream
That you will want to see with me

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Summer’s last day (November 2017)

Your birthday is on the last day of summer
Summer ends with your birthday and it’s sad, but we celebrate
We celebrate because life is asking us to

And life is asking us to celebrate, because Her purest and most beautiful creature, you, was born on the last day of summer
As if to make a statement, the statement being that every sad end hides deep down in its heart a glorious beginning
The statement being you, Summer Girl

Summer Girl, you know it, life has been very generous with you, and you want so badly to return Her the favor
You give so much all the time and you don’t expect anything in return other than the satisfaction immediately stemming from your soul; you smile to everyone, and your smile becomes a Big Bang
And worlds are revealed, from deep down in your heart, as your heart opens up and delivers them to us, worlds full of beauty, purity, sunshine, playfulness, love

But, still, summer comes to an end, and it’s sad; but it’s your birthday, your birthday, and you throw a party for us, before you go and leave us in the cold winter, agonizing and dreaming of the moment of our salvation, when we’ll see you again
And I am looking at you, like a thirsty man in the desert would look at running water from a spring; and I want to be close to you, as much as I can, to soak in your energy and breathe in your aura before you go
Summer Girl, oh Summer Girl, I want to be next to you so that the ice in my body melts even before winter brings it over to freeze me to death

Oh, how I wish I could come with you, after your birthday party is over, and the summer is over, how I wish I could come with you, wherever you go
Be your escort and your knight protector in the mystery lands you visit when winter’s here
(Not that you would need me to be with you, but I would be the happiest man in the world if that were to happen)

I would write for you poems, day and night
I would sing to you anthems, day and night
I would collect your tears whenever you become sad, remembering what’s forever gone, realising what is never meant to come

Day and night, Summer Girl
Day and night, synchronized with the pulse of the blood in your veins
Day and night, always awestruck by the ever-manifested azure miracle, of and within your eyes

I am sorry, Summer Girl, I am daydreaming, and in doing so, I am escaping the right, the here, and the now
And the right, the here, and the now is your birthday party, Summer Girl
So, happy birthday to you, Sunny Warmth of Life

Thank you for justifying our existence, thank you for glorifying and bringing beauty and love to this grey place
And may the eternal light of the, tragically and magnificently falling, last day of Summer always shine in your heart, illuminating our faces with the hope that not all hope is lost…!

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Confusion (September 2017)

I’m afraid
Doors are closing
I’m rejected
Love is shaking
What you want is what I wanted
What I want is what you’re not
Harsh is life with her pain
Meaning always flies away
My deadlines are a circle
With its centre everywhere
Who will show me how true balance
Is attained before you faint
Who the game will reinvent
Where tradition is the trend
And tradition keeps me hostage
With the strongest, sweetest bondage
And tradition is my law
And tradition is my foe
For the time is running down
Faster, quicker, all in all
There is room for one more frown
Only I can make the call

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Untitled from Berlin (September 2017)

Berlin, in your heart everything’s true

Socialism, capitalism, anyone could be in your crew

As I’m walking through your boroughs, I feel I’m alive, I feel I’m dead

Like a deity that never had a chance to dance, to jive or simply to be heard

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Farewell, Yanni! (September 2017)

Yanni, BCO’s Mediterranean community is under threat

Only a short month later, there will be no Greek colleague here left

But BCO will keep on going, even if slightly less crazy

(You could accuse us for many things, but not for being lazy)

And, so, you will be, soon, fully absorbed by the payments world

But, hey, buddy, don’t denounce your old habits; we need your word

That you’ll restrain your new colleagues’ over the top financial requests

(Which would make sense only if they were simultaneously planning for 5 Holy Grail quests)

But I’m sure that you’ll do great, and progress even more, and shine

With your calm and cautious demeanour, you can avoid stepping on any mine

Plus with your friendly disposition, it’s hard for anyone not to like you

(Just make sure you don’t interact too much with Yves Mersch; mind you)!

And when the going gets hard, and when the temperature rises

You won’t have to look too far, if you want a break full of pleasant surprises

Just take the lift, head 10 floors up, and step into the unknown

(The things you don’t possess anymore, these are the things you truly own)

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Kiss me, I’m your frog (June 2017)

Kiss me
I’m your frog
Don’t miss me
I drink grog
I’m inside a wall
Infinitely patient
Just give me the ball
I’m the freshest ancient

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Curious Polly (June 2017)

Curious Polly

Breezy and jolly

Loveliest girl in the office

Typing and smiling

She’s reconciling

Figures with wishes 

Empties her dishes

Always fulfilling her promise

Curious Polly

Asks all around

What is the latest news

Cares and records

Moving towards

Service and joy

She will deploy

One thousand one pairs of shoes

Curious Polly

Mistress of questions

And observations

Knows when to speak 

Knows whom to trust

Warm in the peaks 

Friend in the troughs

Devoted to good, without reservations

Curious Polly

Sacred and holly

As everything true in life 

Round the corner

See, there she is

Doing me the honour

Without ever frowning

Of being the best friend there is

Curious Polly

Friendly and sweet

Day and night

Darkness or light

A pleasure to meet

And to interact 

With her full act

Glorious folly

Curious Polly

Likes to gossip

Like all the people

With flesh and soul

What does she worship?

A magic dribble

A lonely ripple

All that is cute, real and whole

Curious Polly

Comes from a place

Blown into pieces 

Years ago

Feels like today

Everyone pray

Look at her face

Who throws a bomb, always misses

Curious Polly

The clock is ticking

Who gives a damn?

Bring on the jam

Our hearts are always tickling

Remain curious

Life is mysterious

A ride on a mad, funny trolley 

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The love that never ends (May 2017)

Do you find it too much when I say “I love you”?
Do you consider me a clown when I dance in the street for thee?
Are you about to laugh each time I cry when I hold you?
Are you puzzled by the fact that the more I depend on you, the more I become free?

Oh, how I wish I could caress you day and night
And give you what you need, always at the right moment
There’s no obstacle big enough to keep me from your light
As there is no right or wrong in nature’s incessant comment

We have grown together
And look what we’ve become
Survivors in all kinds of weather
A wonderful stubbornness, that will never and to no one succumb

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The champion’s pedigree (May 2017)

The champion’s pedigree

This is your true degree

The college of the pools

Is not meant for the fools

The numbers in the worksheets

Will never reconcile

But out there in the streets

Life flows, meanwhile

How many laps to go

Before the finish line?

No one could claim to know

Das Leben ist sehr klein

Aber, das Leben ist auch schön

Und jetzt die Sonne scheint

The race is still on

And you are born to fight

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The girl of May (May 2017)

The girl of May is on my way

She doesn’t talk, she just observes

The days, the nights, my feats and blights 

The forks, the knifes, she never lies

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The girl of May 

Be as she may

Clouds are formed around her shoulders

She hunts the birds, she stays with me

She marks and turns, she grunts and swears

But stays with me

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The girl of May

Bloody hooray

My life begins when she is born

My white canvass is filled with colours

Whenever she frowns, whenever she swallows

Her every breath, her every sigh

They sink me in, they make me high

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I loved once the girl of May

I loved twice the girl of May

My dreams are real, our story unfolds

With pain and tears, a kissing bliss

The sweetest, craziest, deepest abyss

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The girl of May I humbly serve

And in her presence I find my nerve

And patience and pride adopt new meanings

Her May roses, her May lilies 

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There is no right, there is no wrong

There is no up, there is no down

There is no night, there is no day

Only my love, the girl of May

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Tomáš Mark (April 2017)

Tomáš is a Trainee in the Central Bank

Markie is a rising movie star

Tomáš crunches numbers, barely feels the funk

While good old Mark is aiming, oh, so very far

Tomáš Mark Tomáš Mark

Just become one

Show the world your potential

Tomáš Mark Tomáš Mark

Just become one

Make the difference that you can

Tomáš takes the S-Bahn to Switzerland 

To become the wizard of Finance 

Mark flies in the stratosphere, will he ever land? 

Never until he gets his well-deserved chance

Tomáš Mark Tomáš Mark

Just become one

Show the world your potential

Tomáš Mark Tomáš Mark

Just become one

Make the difference that you can

Life moves so quickly, Mark, when will we see you again?

What matters, though, is that you’ll always be

You’ll always be our friend!

Tomáš, take with you all the good memories

Wear them as a funny little hat

May light shine on your future trajectories

And maybe there’s some room for Tati in all that

Tomáš Mark Tomáš Mark

Just become one

Show the world your potential

Tomáš Mark Tomáš Mark

Just become one

Make the difference that you can

Open your wings and fly

And reach up to the stars

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Meglio felice che famoso – una poesia italiana (April 2017)

Sono sposato a Milano
Ma il mio cuore é troppo lontano
Si trova nella Trinacria
O bella, dolce patria mia

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Faith (April 2017)

Faith high in the sky
Roots deep inside the ground
Never ask why
Only ask how

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Tati – Ana – Summer – Forever Summer (April 2017)

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1. Tati

A. 

You enter the room, Tati, but it’s too late, you’re already there

My eyes are mesmerised by your face, my body bathes in your aura from tens of meters away

Who gave you permission to bring beauty and colour into this grayness?

Who told you you can turn my life upside down just by introducing yourself into my world?

B.

Tati, steady warm currents of the North Sea under a permanently shy sky

Tati, sudden cold breeze on a summer’s night at the edge of the Mediterranean

Tati, tulips blooming on a sun-bleached, wave-stricken rock

Tati, sanctifying mindless paper pushing with a single glance 

C.

I was wondering why you never wear skirts at the office

Until one day you did and I saw you and I lost my mind 

I wandered in dark mazes guided by the non-negotiable luminosity of your smile

Eventually I resurfaced and saw you smiling real-time at me; back to the darkness I go

D.

Oh, Tati, you’re so beautiful

Oh, Tati, why did you have to be so gorgeous?

Oh, Tati, would you come just a bit closer to me?

I want to pretend I’m so cool I could still go on without a mind or a heart

E.

Tati, your cheeks fill up with golden nuggets when you smile

I want to grab one but I’m afraid you might dissolve into thin air if I touch you

And leave behind a vacuum that would absorb the entire world

But that’s OK, the world can go in a heartbeat, if only I could get one last glimpse of infinity within your eyes

F.

Oh, Tati, I felt old and fat and useless

Ready to give up, wondering what ever happened to my enthusiasm 

I was blasphemously asking God: “What’s the point of all this madness?”

He replied by presenting you; I never dared questioning him again

G.

Tati, do you ever feel lonely?

Are you ever afraid of anything?

Does your beauty ever overwhelm you?

Is there any way I can be by your side day and night?

H.

Sometimes when you look at your computer screen, you sense the pointlessness of it all

But you don’t panic, you take it easy

You were born to make people happy without even trying 

Stay where you are, don’t stray from who you are

I.

Tati, please don’t tell me I am the first one to write a poem about you

Tati, how many artists have you inspired without you even knowing it?

Tati, for you I could write rhapsodies, compose operas, direct films, paint paintings, orchestrate and execute elaborate choreographies 

But all of these things combined would still be no match for the true masterpiece: you

J.

Tati, if I can’t look at you

If I can’t listen to you 

If I can’t sense your presence somewhere nearby

How can I convince myself to give a damn about life’s trivial things?

K.

Tati, if you ever leave

Please treat me a shot from the water of forgetfulness 

And if you then come back again

Make sure you treat me one more 

L.

I want to treat you like a queen

I want to offer you myself

I want to show you what I can do for you

I want to follow you wherever you want to go

M.

All the money in the world  

All the water of the oceans

All the glory of the heavens 

I could waste just to spend one night with you 

N.

Darkness surrounds me

Despair takes over my soul

My body succumbs to inertia

But I refuse to give up as long as I know you exist

O.

Shall I hurry up?

Shall I lay low?

Shall I hide, seek or both?

Whatever works for you, works for me

P.

Tati, sweet and fragile

Tati, steady and strong

Tati, mystery of the ever resurrecting nature

Tati, your love is my only hope

2. Ana

I.

Ana, all in blue today 

Ana, sky and sea are jealous of you

Ana, I’m held captive in your eyes 

Ana, enslave me so I can be free 

II.

Black is the colour of the velvet around your heart

Black is the silence when your lips are sealed

Black is the mystery of the world

Black becomes the white of my eyes when you’re out of sight

III. 

Ana, a kite flew past my window today

It was trying to tell me something but I don’t speak Chinese

Random events like that unknowingly shape my life

If randomness brought you close to me, then I shall never plan anything again

IV.

On the bus, the handle has your name

On the train, the rails screech “I’m dying for you”

On the plane, all the clouds are lovingly whispering your name

On the ship, the waves go crazy, as they are desperately looking for you

V.

Little, gentle, amber coloured hands

Volcanic lips that make me melt

Hair like soft, delicate curtains in a Sultan’s Saray

Small curvy feet, perfect ending for a rejuvenating miracle

VI.

Ana smiles and our hearts come to a standstill 

Other girls want to be jealous of her, but they just can’t

Everyone bows before her divinity

Oh, what could I do to earn five minutes of her attention?

VII.

Today I almost told you that I’m in love with you

It was when you unexpectedly appeared behind me

And asked for my help on preparing a pivot table

We worked together for one hour; then you went away and left me inside a worksheet cell, stranded and hopeless

VIII.

Last night I had a dream about you, Ana

There was a party and I was your escort

All night long I had to endure other guys flirting with you

And when you kissed one of them, I ripped my heart out of my chest and handed it over to you, while being washed away by my tears

IX.

Ana’s fingers, master puppeteers

Reveal unwillingly my life’s true drama

Entangled in the strings of inevitability 

I can’t help but falling for her, over and over again

X.

Ana, juicy flower

Let me be the bee to taste your pollen

Let me be the water to relieve your roots, even for a little while, from their infinite thirst

Let me be the gardener that devotes his craft and his life to taking care of you

XI.

The darkest hour is when you’re away

I hate coming to terms with the fact that this is normality, this is ordinance

“To heck with that”, I say

“If that’s normality, I succumb to the abnormal, I embrace the extraordinary, I desperately look for Ana, even if I become a hopeless acolyte, a dreamer deprived of his most precious dream”

XII.

Ana, I beg you

Share with me your thoughts

I want to know your feelings

But most of all I need you to touch me, to break the spell of loneliness an evil witch has put on me

XIII.

Let’s go on an excursion, Ana

Do you prefer mountain or sea?

Hiking or swimming?

Kiss or hug?

XIV.

Oh, God, Ana, how do I long to sleep by your side

Our breaths conjoined 

Our bodies synchronistically trembling

Our dreams finally dissolving into our mutual, uncompromising love

XV.

A dark godforsaken messenger told me you’re about to leave

I shiver

I stutter

Pain is summoning me once again

XVI.

Spring succeeds winter in preparation for your arrival, Ana

You are the meaning of life

You are God’s spotless mirror

You are eternal salvation and damnation, you are the majestic and horrifying dark sun in the heart of the Eternal Summer

3. Summer

Alpha

The girl who’s named after summer

Is summer and spring and autumn and winter

She’s everything 

I bow before her in awe

Beta

In and out, up and down

All directions point to you

Smile or cry, cheer or frown

Touch me, make my dream come true

Gamma

Your beauty is limitless 

I’m swept away 

But I always return for more

Overwhelm me, crash me, but always be around me

Delta

Do you realise you can be as naughty as you want with me?

Do you suspect that I would rejoice in being your toy?

Or your earring, your necklace, your toothbrush, your perfume?

I may have lost paradise for ever, but, who cares; I’ve found you 

Epsilon

Summertime forever

Standing by your side

Summertime and still

I can’t even pretend you’re mine

Zeta

The eagle flies 

The lion roars

The fish is in the water

You exist

Eta

The sun awaits for you to nod at him to set

The moon cannot be full without your consent

Winter won’t go away if you don’t kiss him goodbye

Stats are falling hopelessly just to be drown in your blue sea-like eye

Theta

Love is something that people say too often

How could I use this word in your presence

It has become dirty and broken

Come on my love: clean it up and infuse it with your essence

Iota

I would melt under the desert sun for you

I would accept to be cut into a thousand pieces

I would become a guinea pig for the most dangerous, untested substance

But I could never go on living without at least knowing you’re somewhere nearby

Kappa

Home is where heart is

Heart is where truth is 

Truth is where beauty is

Beauty is you

Lamda

Play hide and seek with me, gorgeous

I close my eyes, I count to 10, I open them

You are all but summer and summer is all over the place

Gotcha!

Mi

If you would ever kiss me

It would feel like taking the lift to Mount Everest

Free falling from its peak

And landing smoothly on the softest mattress ever made

Ni 

Let me make you laugh

I am the funniest storyteller you’ll ever meet

I can be your own personal clown, always with a smile on my face, always with a joke on the tip of my tongue

(Always with a tear running all the way down to my heart, when you’re not looking, my lovely summer girl)

Xi

In a sunny prison, without ornaments, without wardens

I am incarcerated, awaiting the verdict of the flaming gods

For never having told you how I feel about you

For forcing myself to resist my life’s purpose: to adore you

Omicron

You are like a tiny jewel box

Of legendary riches, very densely accumulated in such small space

Which I would like to open and have a look inside

But, unfortunately, I am neither a master craftsman nor a master thief

Pi

Summer was warned by the gods that it cannot linger any longer

Summer laughed and instead of saying anything else pointed you to them

While you were dancing naked, next to the fire

The gods surrendered and summer reigned forever over the rest of the world 

4. Forever Summer

Um

Summer is s state of mind, they say

Tati, if you go, then I won’t stay

Ana, if you stay, then I won’t go

Summer, all but drown me in your flow 

Dois

Forever consists of for and ever:

For there is no other girl like you,

And your ever-dazzling awesomeness is ever-growing,

I will forever be crazy for you 

Tres

Forgive me Summer, for I have sinned

And the only way to repent is to confess

My sin is that I introduced you to winter and he fell madly in love with you

So now snow and cold are nowhere to be found, and we are all melting under your sweet, ruthless sun

Quatro

Sometimes I imagine us being together on the beach

Sitting side by side

Holding hands

Exchanging infectious glances of affection – please, someone, we need an epidemiologist in here!

Cinco

I would love to be trapped in the doorknobs of your house

To be an old plastic bottle in your fridge, filled with Douro wine

To be a little cactus that hurt you by mistake and your blood fell on it

But, more than anything else, to be your mirror

Seis

They are telling me: at the end everybody’s lonely

But how could I ever be lonely when I have you, Summer, always in my mind?

And my heart could never be lonely, being held a hostage by yours

So I reply: Summer has rewritten the rule book of the world; either play along or then be, really, lonely 

Sete

Summer on the move

We are at a standstill

Summer stands still

We shall never move again

Oito

Let me take you to the four corners of the world

Let me close all the winds in a bottle and offer it to you

Let me have another look at you

Let me die for you

Nove

Tati, you’re the one

Ana, you’re the only

Summer, you are everything

Summer, make me something 

Dez

And my heart keeps on beating

Even when you’re away

And my mind keeps on thinking

Should I stay or should I stay

Onze

It’s crazy, but inevitable

I cannot go on living without having you

I’ll quit, I’ll disappear

I’ll be lost at sea, my dear

Doze

I started counting, but you interrupted me

Can you do it again?

Can you act like you’re the single most important person in the world?

I mean, since anyway, you are

Treze

Complicated world

Simple solution

Tati, Ana, Summer

It’s gonna be the best

Quatorze

Obscured and inconspicuous

Your friends will never tell you 

That it’s your light, cuz it’s promiscuous

And makes you more than true

Quinze

The life that never ends

Would be based on yours truly

And its summertime blues

Would never come, they would always be there

Dezesseis

Summer begins once again

And, Tati, look at you

You’re more beautiful than ever

Oh my God, how lucky is the world to have you

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Saint Mauritius (March 2017)

On an island far far away
Identified by the coordinates of your sweetest Dream
That is sailing at the South Seas
And is always remaining on the surf
Of the Ocean’s wave, and on the edge of the cyclones
I ended up at a spring (over there it was autumn, of course) equinox

The real name of the island
Known by few and pronounced out loud by even fewer
Is Saint Mauritius
And whoever set foot on its hospitable soil
And was baptised in its blessed waters
Cannot help but talk about it for years and years to come

Yes, talk
And, perhaps, even talk too much about it
But, what the heck, who could blame anyone who talks too much, even in a delirious fashion, about Saint Mauritius
Anyway, come to think of it, whatever takes place on a Holy Land is, by definition, neither conventional nor trivial…

Let me then also talk about it, but where do I begin, really?
Do I begin with the elderly, chubby, quite talkative and very likable taxi driver, nicknamed “Zorro”, due to the endless (Z)ig-(Z)ags that his car wheels were drawing on the gravel (at the time) Mauritian roads, when he was a young aspiring rally driver?
Or should I begin with Blue Penny and her sister, Red Penny, the philatelists’ Holy Grails and the most valuable objects across the entire island?

Perhaps I should begin by taking about the “Eureka” mansion, which was constructed when the island was a French colony, with its squeaking, due to the enormous weight of so many secrets and sins that were never confessed, floors and its heavy wooden furniture dancing when you’re not looking, which (the mansion) is surrounded by immense and sprawling vegetation, waterfalls and a magical mountain, is guarded by the fiercest mosquitoes found in Milky Way, and of which the heir sits every day for 8 hours on a particular spot of a stony bench of the mesmerising gardens, aiming at keeping it (the spot) “warm”
Or by mentioning Belle Mare’s turquoise waters, which, no matter how many times you dive into them, you never get tired of
What about starting with dodos, which are omnipresent, even though they have, supposedly, been extinct for centuries?
Or it might make sense to begin with the Pamplemousse Botanical Garden, where the funniest, most eloquent and most witty botanist in the world (who should have become a stand-up comedian; I bet that he and I would have made a fantastic duet) gave us a tour for one and a half hour (for the price of 100 Mauritian rupees per capita, i.e. less than three euro) and shared with us the secrets of the flying saucer water lilies, of the Rasta-haired tree, of the shy mimosa that shyly folds in her leaves as soon as you touch them, of the aquatic plant with its completely waterproof leaves, of the palm tree of which its trunk’s lower part seems to consist of numerous wooden phalluses and of another palm tree which blooms once every fifty years, only to give birth to a single flower

Or should I start with the volcanic land with its 23 (and that’s one of my lucky numbers, by the way) colours?
Or what about the decadent late-afternoon lunch in the table d’ hote of Aunt Athalie (not Nathalie) who is a collector of vintage sport cars which are proudly displayed in her garden?
Or the extravagant dinner, on a par with those that one can enjoy at the finest restaurant addresses in Paris, at the Café des Arts, which is sheltered inside an old sugar mill and of which the owner is a half-lunatic, semi-permanently drunk, permanently delirious, incredible gourmet connoisseur and son of a painter, Frenchman, and whose, all but mute, waiters spend their time kicking the cockroaches passing by, so that the customers won’t notice them?
I don’t know, perhaps it would make more sense to start with this other dinner, at the café / bar of the super friendly, former Nelson Mandela’s bodyguard, Deon, with his terrific South African steaks and the human skeleton hanging above the throne in the men’s bathroom

Mmm… but perhaps I should start with the super-conscientious and customer-oriented employee of our hotel, who wandered around with a tiny spray in his pocket, which, whenever given the opportunity, he used to clean the guests’ sunglasses
Or with the discussion I had with the chatty foliage of an old tree outside a Finnish sauna
Or, perhaps better, with the (imported from Jamaica) saying regarding the proper driving conduct / etiquette across the island: “De left side is de right side, de right side is suicide”
Or, maybe, before I say anything else, I should consider beginning with the Chinese cook of that floating restaurant, who served spicy Sichuan delicacies which may not set one’s digestive system on fire as other spicy dishes so, but which rather go ahead and occupy each and every taste bud on one’s tongue for hours, which means that, even when one drinks water, it inevitably tastes like Sichuan chicken
Or should I comment on the fact that the natives of St. Mauritius, even though they are islanders and acclaimed fishermen, are desperately bad swimmers?
And, of course, it would be an unforgivable omission from my side if I didn’t stress the fact that every second building on Saint Mauritius is a Hindu temple and that on the sacred lake at the centre of the island, overseen by a huge, but at the same time unexpectedly playful, statue of God Shiva, the biggest Hindu celebration outside India takes place every year

However, since I feel I really owe it to myself, I will start with the impression the island had on me (that’s not selfish, believe me; and if you don’t, I invite you to reread the poem from the start)

I relaxed and I got recalibrated, but I also strayed quite a lot from my manifold “certainties” and, at times, I became fully disoriented
I ate a lot but I did not put on any weight; on the contrary, I lost some (credit for that should go to my excessive swimming as well as to my overconsumption of mangos, papayas and the diverse spicy local treats)
I warmly invited chaos but I also programmed a lot of stuff
I had a taste of the, overly sweet, dolce vita, but I did not manage to escape my nightmares
I thought and I wrote, I sensed and I erased
I felt as if I were the strongest and manliest man on earth, I got drunk with rum and wine, I had a taste of Paradise’s forbidden lusts; nevertheless, at certain moments, I was taken over by desperation and the awareness of my insignificance

At the end of the day, though, I experienced so many things at such a short period of time

And that makes me feel grateful
And blessed

You should go to Saint Mauritius as well
No matter if it’s winter or summer, He is awaiting you
And if time is very scarce when you’re there
I recommend you do one thing
Sit down underneath a baobab tree and listen
You are certain to hear my voice
Narrating you all those things that we are constantly living together (even though our bodies may not always be entirely aware of that fact)

All those wonderful and holy things
All those horrible and sinister things

All those things to which we owe our humanity

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Beauchamp, Beauchamp (March 2017)

Beauchamp, Beauchamp, oh Iron Man

There are no hurdles high enough

For a true champion such as yourself

Who can’t accept staying on the shelf

But has to bike and swim and run

Like no one has and no one can

Through mountains, valleys, lakes and rivers

With sweat and tears as well as shivers

Until the end and even further

The nature’s love, that’s how you earned her

But even more, respect and awe

A feeling true and pure and raw

That you inspired into our heart

By turning project steering into a form of art

And now, having completed your masterpiece

And craving badly for a moment of peace

You go back to IT

While we will every afternoon drink a cup of tea

And shall forever remember thee

Our smiling, big-hearted friend and colleague

Beauchamp, Beauchamp, yours is the league

Of zero fatigue and endless intrigue

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The blue poem (February 2017)

More blue, only blue, and a light
Makes me happy to be alive
To hurt and have tears in my eyes
And turn from blue into blue, and stay there
Without fear, without hope
Embracing the unknown with one self
And be transformed, but yet remain
The bluest of the bluest saints
Fading away
In blue
Closing in
In blue
Surrendering and exploding
In blue, in blue, in blue

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Only Blue (February 2017)

Only Blue, Blue Only
Sea is drowning
Sky is falling
Blue Only, Only Blue

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Budget King (February 2017)

Oh yeah
You will shine, you will rise
Glorious and even more wise
Ooh ooh
Kill the cough
You’re so rough
You are the Budget King

Every moment you’re not with us
We are ran over by a bus
We are overwhelmed by fear
The end feels oh so near
All hope just fades away

Please get better as soon as you can
We are the children, you are the Man
We are craving for guidance
To strengthen our alliance
And save the Continent

Rudolf, you’ll never bend

You are the Budget King
In admiration for you we sing
Budget King
Make us feel awesome, cause that’s your thing
Oh yeah
You will shine, you will rise
Glorious and even more wise
Ooh ooh , kill the cough
You’re so rough
Made of the real stuff
Ooh ooh
Amazing numbers buff
Ooh ooh
You are the Budget King

You have our mind, you have our heart
Even death couldn’t do us part
Budget team needs you badly
We are crying for you madly
Our compass is kaputt

Through your hardship we stand by you
We are holding you while you pull through
Bad times will soon be over
And as a mighty range rover
You’ll take us on a ride

Rudolf, our master guide

You are the Budget King
In admiration for you we sing
Budget King
Make us feel awesome, cause that’s your thing
Oh yeah
You will shine, you will rise
Glorious and even more wise
Ooh ooh , kill the cough
You’re so rough
Made of the real stuff
Ooh ooh
Amazing numbers buff
Ooh ooh
You are the Budget King

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Fiery dusk (February 2017)

Fiery dusk, over the young debutante of a city
Premonition of a long, dark and silent night
Eternal promise of a heavenly day, that will come all dressed in blue
Let us be drowned, let us be saved

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Rough nights (January 2017)

The hours are spinning
Everything’s bending
Fear of what
Is nothing

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Thanks for letting me know (January 2017)

Thanks for letting me know

The road is open

Thanks for letting me know

My heart’s your showstopper

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me have

A string of emotions

Thanks for letting me see

Your meaningless motions

Thanks for letting me have

Thanks for letting me see

Thanks for letting me be

Around the corner

Thanks for setting me free

And mourn the mourner

Thanks for letting me be

Thanks for setting me free

Thanks for letting me know

I’ll never make it

Thanks for letting me know

I mustn’t fake it

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me live

I feel I’m falling

Thanks to have me believe

I never was rolling

Thanks for letting me live

Thanks to have me believe

Thanks for letting me know

I’m not a star

Thanks for letting me know

I won’t go far

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

Thanks for letting me know

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Scenery (December 2016)

In any kind of scenery
That’s where I find me
That’s where I have a self
That’s where I know my turf

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Would you like to embark on a transformational journey with me  (December 2016)

Would you like to embark on a transformational journey with me?
We might not see mountains, we might not see the sea
At times we will feel lonely, desperate, disgusted and homesick
At times you might be hating me

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Untitled (December 2016)

The thing with eyes is
They cannot see themselves
The thing with life is
It never begins, it never ends

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4 Bogomil monks (November 2016)

4 Bogomil monks dropped by today in the Bank
They came in peace and meant well, they weren’t riding a tank
I offered them many a figure, I even treated them a chart
Which made them laugh and whisper in my ear: “your science, our friend, is nothing but a form of art”

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Untitled (November 2016)

Catch that butterfly-thought
Gently put it down and wait
Inspiration can’t be bought
And the words are never late

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Poem 23/11 (November 2016)

The poem I want to write for you

It has no words but only pictures

It has you smiling, beneath your grey hat

Very beautiful, very elegant, very you

It has you walking within a sphere of warmth and kindness

It has you calling me back to reality

It has you eating little

It has you drinking little

It has you enjoying every moment of the day

It has you saying yes and meaning it

It has you saying no and meaning it as well

It has your blue, gentle eyes, looking at things clearly and honestly

It has plenty, wonderful, little moments that I could share with no one else but you

Maybe it has also me

A bit grumpy, a bit crazy, a bit clumsy, but always meaning well

Most of all, the poem I want to write for you

Is the least I can do

To express my gratitude

For having met you

You’ve made the grey daily routine of my life easier, prettier and more meaningful

So let me conclude this poem by signing it with a big smile

See you around

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Untitled (November 2016)

Bright night
Red cloud
Mystic flight
Otherworld bound

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Oh Mistress Infinity (November 2016)

Oh Mistress Infinity
Breathtaking mobility
Serene agility
Ever-present ability

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In the dead of the night (November 2016)

In the dead of the night
Unexpectedly light
Effervescently bright
There will be no fight

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Untitled (October 2016)

In a dark blue night
I met Apocalypse’s fifth night
He held a mirror against my face
And smirkingly asked me: “Are you ready for your life’s race?”

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Crazy night’s spree (October 2016)

After a crazy night’s spree
I ran across a bird-shaped tree
The lights were blinding me, but still
I felt the mesmerising thrill
Of seeing the world at face value

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Monday’s out (October 2016)

Stir it up
Stir it down
Stir it around
Monday’s out

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Untitled (September 2016)

Either judge or pray
Neither hurt nor betray

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Untitled (September 2016)

I move
Therefore I cry
Therefore I exist

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Everything is awesome (September 2016)

Everything is awesome

When you are a part of Budget Team

Hard but never lonesome

As you balance on the figures’ beam

Critical assessor

You are required, they say, to be

Key data processor

Repeat after me: «nothing’ s for free»

Your clients are wary

As you block and cut and slash and burn

Them you will not marry

Cuz’ price comes always first, then comes return

Now we’re Finance Partners

(But remain accountants at heart)

Cost awareness archers

What we do ain’ t science, it’s god damn Art!

Everything is awesome

Budget Team please save the ECB

Help the Colleagues blossom

On the count of: zero, one, two, three!

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A tear called Jacob’s ladder (August 2016)

– A tear called Jacob’s Ladder came down from God’s Eye
– What does that mean?
– There’s no easy way in, there’s no easy way out

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Don’t you dare deny (August 2016)

Don’t you dare deny that
Life’s asking too much of you
Don’t you dare deny
To live

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The sun’s on / off switch (July 2016)

The sun’s on / off switch
Belongs not to a witch
But to a gang of crazy romantics
Devoted to substance and not to semantics

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Untitled (July 2016)

My heart belongs to water
My eyes stare at you
My body craves for more…

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Visitors Centre (July 2016)

Dear visitors, welcome to our new home
In the east end of the early 21st century Rome

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Calin and Sultana Ciorobatka (July 2016)

Calin and Sultana
Are sharing one banana
That’s all they have left
After the grand and mutual theft
Of their hearts and minds
That is, the Union of their two kinds
Half-sister and half-brother
With nothing but pure and unconditional love for one another…

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Untitled (July 2016)

My little stressful moment
You’ve grown up so much
And turned into a comment
On my lifestyle as such

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Sensitivity analysis (July 2016)

I opened up and shared with you
Secrets and things I’ve never told
A living soul; cause it felt true
With me and you, so I was bold
And it was good and lasted through
So many years of heat and cold

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Polish wedding customs (July 2016 – follow the link) 

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The interview (July 2016)

All the wrong answers you have ever given will be cancelled
Once you make the correct question

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Untitled (July 2016)

She is sleeping

The curve of her face smoothly reflecting the water slide ride of darkness into the scarlet pool of dawn

She is sleeping

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A crazy man told me (June 2016)

A crazy man told me the other day:
“To support is to change
To change is to support
Therefore, all we need is love…
…And open eyes to see and understand that love can only exist,
If it is unconditional”

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Muse’s casual Friday (January 2016)

Her timelessness aside,
She worked overtime throughout this week:

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Only the lonely (January 2016)

Only the lonely has true friends,
Who look after him when his soul bends,
Only the fool-hearted is truly brave,
And that is confirmed by many a grave

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Naughty November (November 2015)

Naughty November
I can’t remember
The last time
I felt so alive

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Dis poem (October 2015)

Dis-tance

Dis-illusionmemt

Dis-enchantment

P+N=N+P (December 2013)

When I wake up at 5am

And I look out of the window of my bedroom and into the window of my soul

(First thing I do after checking my e-mails)

I become a bodiless entity, lighter than Hyperborea’s frozen wind

And I lift myself to travel over Kaivopuisto’s dark and white fields

Over the Baltic Sea, over the North Sea and over La Manche

Straight to Paris’s XXYYZZieme arrondissement

Through the rooftop of your building, through the ceiling of your bedroom

To watch you sleep with your beautiful face, as serene and calm as ever

Not thinking about financial controlling methodology

Not elaborating on reports, memos and visa for the Council

Just being and steadily radiating the substance of your core, pure nature

Then (or should I say subsequently),

I want to come into your body and integrate with your senses

Seeing from your eyes, listening from your ears, thinking your thoughts, feeling your feelings

Until I forget everything about myself, leave behind any tiny fragment of my identity

And become utterly absorbed by you

My Queen of elegance

Now,

The two of us are one

One undifferentiated self

P+N=N+P

Forever is now

I wake up and I wonder

How can I control Europe when I cannot control myself?

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When life begins (April 2013)

I shall retire

Before I turn 35

And I shall become

A practitioner of life

In the mornings, I shall smell and taste the flowers of young elves

Running in their magical woods tirelessly (and pointlessly) after them

In the nights, I shall dwelve into the dark abysses of many a witch’s cave

Immersing myself willingly into the paranoia of the ultimate lust

In the meantime…

I shall finish my book

I shall jog listening to music

I shall eat and drink, always a little bit more than the average

I shall travel around exploring and admiring the beauties of my planet

I shall dance and flirt; at whatever tune I find danceable; with whomever I find flirtable

I shall continue my long con as long as I con… sorry, I meant can

I shall bear my blues and my reds

I shall surprise myself

I shall dream

Thus, I shall be ready

When life begins

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The Mirror: M side (April 2012)

Effervescently innocent

Gloriously chanting

She tip-toes on a Moebius strip

Her letter is M

Her world is full of waves

She draws her own canvas

She talks to me through curves

Even though she is made of lines

She will mark your body at midnight

Be careful, do not underthink

Just tell her and give her time

Of this world she is not and she knows it

To the mirror’s surface as we come

M feels lighter and lighter

And eager to see what’s on the other side

She stretches her fingertips to the very end

She turns on every light

She smiles, happy and relieved

She falls into the abyss

And she becomes whole

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Urban Cowgirl (March 2012)

Urban cowgirl on a ride

Wind in her lioness’ hair

Acting out of ignorance and pride

Entering into the dragon’s lair

Fast cars are her horses

Her livestock hundreds of men

A lasso of mysterious forces

Draws them close to her, time and again

Her lips are redder than fresh blood

Her body a volcano in unrest

And in my head an internal flood

That prevents me from passing her test

Lust for life, lust for her

She lights up a cigarette

An accident is very likely to occur

Against it I would never bet

Urban cowgirl on my mind before all

I have no choice, I sign her treaty

Urban cowgirl, a perfect match for the soul

Of this wild and lawless city

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Not the easiest thing (March 2012)

 

Oh, silly, weirdo, me

Startled and flabbergasted by the mere suspicion of a tiny sigh

Indifferent and apathetic as mountains crush and kingdoms vanish

Do we always have to be the centre of our world?

Wasting my time is a permanent concern of mine

As if there exists such a thing as “time not wasted” at all

As if there exists such a thing as “my time” at all

Why can’t we put our egos to sleep every now and then?

Wait, this is not supposed to be about me at all, is it?

My narcissistic side has deep and strong roots as you can see

Trying to smooth them often seems like trying to trim a castaway’s beard with a single-use razor

And I wonder: am I too forthcoming or too reserved towards you?

I remain positively uncertain on that issue

So your insight is more than welcome

Was that a dialogue or a concealed monologue?

Was I talking to you or was I just, bluntly, using you as an echo device?

Fuck, this is complicated my dear, is it not?

It’s not the easiest thing in the world to write a poem

To know why you chose these words

Why you put them in this particular order

Perhaps, more importantly, to figure out why you excluded the other, infinite, possibilities

But I want to do it, I must do it, I will do it, forever and ever

You know why?

Because it helps my doubts grow as strong as my convictions

(Again, this last line, so flashy, was it not?)

So not easy, but… here I am and, yes, here you are!

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M’s Universe (February 2012)

M’s universe is full of life forms

funny and little, proud and defying

M’s universe is full of instruments

big and sophisticated, rare and humble

M’s universe is full of art

sharp and hidden, timeless and brave

M’s universe is full of geometry

shapes and fractals, distances and levels

M’s universe is full of laugh

loud and consuming, iconic and disarming

M’s universe is full of hair

long and blond (e), thin and strong

M’s universe is full of bizarre

people and feelings, thoughts and events

M’s universe is full of mysteries

perplexing and unsolved, attractive and more

M’s universe is full of light

wild and blinding, reflecting and omnipresent

M’s universe is full of colours

blooming and psychedelic, childish and subversive

M’s universe is full of music

all-inclusive and exclusive, soft and mesmerizing

M’s universe is full of flavors

banoffee and caramel, tequila and pianocktail

M’s universe is full of originality

purity in essence, unchained surrealism

M’s universe is full of inspiration

sparkles in the dark, fertile spontaneity

M’s universe is full of love

tough and idiosyncratic, warm and mystical

M’s universe is full of serendipity

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Dancing with your galaxies’ spirals

as they hesitantly unfold

like the petals of a shy, lonely flower

fragile but fearless, as it stands in the morning dew

of a very small, distant planet

(a metaphor in a metaphor)

What more could a thirsty soul ask for?

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Impressions, memories, thoughts and feelings (January 2012)

Do you remember back when

Your heart stopped beating for a while

Inside the chimney of the yellow-bricked house

With the window shaped as a star?

Your hair and the sun beams

Are like mirrors set opposite to each other

Infinitely reflecting and multiplying

The blinding beauty of a light unbeknownst to most men

Between you and me a magician is being formed

Once he comes to life he will do his duty

He will change our world

And the hearts of those who choose to share it with us

It’s never easy for me to explain what I feel

Maybe it’s because of my intrinsic fear of closure

It’s never difficult for me to show what I feel

Maybe it’s because of my intrinsic love for symbols

So, will you come? We have been waiting for us for a while now.

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Minimalistic Expressionistic Archives Vol. 1 (December 2012)

Sometimes I feel

Life is a mill

Sometimes, I know

Mind hits a low

Choose if you want

But free you are not

So, join me

And my secret army

Lights on

Hard baron

Lights off

Jerk cough

Busy, but sleazy

Tender, but slender

Cozy, but oozy

Fuzzy and muzzy

One, I do

Two, you boo

Three, we play

Four, hooray

Down-hill

Advised-ill

Gray-hay

May-day

Sole

Coal

Bold

Gold

Me

You

You

Too?

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Emilio stole your letters (November 2011)

You begin as a rainbow

Emerging from a star’s heart

Someone throws a veil over you

Your smile is deflected

The circle’s tail evades you

‘Cause Emilio stole your letters

Three is not enough, you say

And a keyboard has no life, whatsoever

In the background, kaleidoscopic images flow endlessly

But I can’t seem to tell which are relevant

You see, my perception remains distorted

As long as Emilio’s stealing your letters

What is the color of your true love?

Is it green, blue, red or gold?

Are you a curve in a flatland?

Are you a straight line in a geodesic universe?

Am I too rational and sensible for this?

I bet Emilio has all the answers

You know, your future might consist of Emilios

Eternally stealing and shamelessly reading your letters

I guess it’s somehow disturbing, but I can’t help but wonder:

Am I a potential Emilio? Or am I the recipient of a letter yet to be sent?

I’ve come a long way, anyway, so I’ll take one more chance and ask you:

Would you care to join me in a game of darkness and light?

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