We were told to draw a portrait at our choice
but we were send only words.
The beggar was still there, near the apple-tree in blossom,
punished to count stars or to assist the leaves' death.... more »
Life, blank page, begs for these only words,
till dark wings will wander and laugh.
Humans are grabbing all the pink birds
in their pockets already full of stuff.... more »
Of all these beauties
nothing is coming to me anymore.
I should yield, thank, enjoy
but a tired voice is... more »
Yes, I decided:
I will hide myself.
Don't try to search for me,
This is not a joke.... more »
There is no one to describe what I see,
my soul is still crying the joy
also this morning,
as yesterday and tomorrow.... more »
He is not hiding, in His mercy
we find Him reflected
in everything alive and joyful
on this earth.... more »
The leaves tremble as they would talk
before November arrival in town,
some branches take their chance to look
the painting in yellow and brown.... more »
Living The Poem
I get close to the life
listening its song night and day
but I must needs go
before my dream lessen.... more »
I think having lost my laugh
these days when they confounded
Earth with Pandora’s box.
I’ve shared my memories... more »
Close all the windows,
then take a jewelers box.... more »
Silver voices are asking you
To go on
Right now... more »
No door to escape.
But waiting... more »