Let me be

Measure not the quantity of my words,
rather search for the meaning of the few I am able to sob

Measure not my anger or frustration when I reach deep down to find my soul only to fail
or when I try to understand and embrace the unknown ways of love.

Fear not my tears or pity me, for my tears are not sorrows but rain returning to the sun
Try not to fix me because
In your world, I am a broken soul


wave of love…

Here I am again,
desire with passionate love
a lonely soul standing at the blue gate of “I do not knows”
and I cannot see beyond…
more than a heart spin and common sense, a silent protest forcing my eyes closed…
everything that cannot
be seen or heard,
rational, perceptible, right or wrong
now let go…
purified, empty, a new-born.

Autumn arrival

The cold and cozy of my dreams… of my days with you
Rushing in
Like an ocean reaching deeper and deeper within
You are nothing and everything depending on the time of the day…on the tide of my dreams
And suddenly, I wake up and reach for you… Tender, soft, warmth, there, beside me
As it has always been…
I know nothing else… without you… not even me.


I see you crumble
Again and again…I try to learn a way
To follow your footsteps
Hoping that one day
I could anticipate
And become the wave that catches you
And without effort places you on the other side of the shore… home, safe.


I will rest my eyes…if just for a second
And image myself being a candle extinguishing under the moonlight
I flicker, I struggle, and in the end; I’m undertaken to the magic of the night
Filtering a lot more than light

In the corner of my heart

My hands cannot stop playing music freely or quietly
They learned your way of wandering
Every move of your favourite dance


He and only he, can bring tears of joy to my deepest dream
Overwhelming sadness as he makes me aware of the cruelness nature of me, of us, human beings
He captures the pain for which I cannot find a scream
He awakens the numbness of not wanting to know beyond what we want to see
The blindness of what we do not want to be
The indifferent I, and us, and we.

-to c-

for a moment…

Inscribed on this tired and wrinkled skin,
my faith
drowns the sorrow of what could have been

we are more than footsteps
or words casting a spell
more than a simple dream that disperse as the day breaks
we are the silhouette
of a different Being
in every shore
ocean deep
the laborious or freeing feeling
of every breath


I know you heard it a million times before, with different smells and flavors. I know a word is never written unintentionally… there is always a thought preceding every bit of who we are, even when we attempt to dissolve into nothingness and reach the point where we are no more.


And here, at this moment, this is my intention…


Thank you for the peace and the rumble, the happiness and the agony
For the idea of having something and nothing at all
For the chance to know your intentions without knowing you
For the words that breaks the day and the thought that agitates my silence
Thank you for the distance and the fortune of not having you, as it gives me the freedom of waking up to contemplate your beauty without being a shadow.

At the end of the road

He has mistaken her tears for weakness
The flowing sadness of humanity for natural
Sunrise and sunsets for cycles
He has forgotten
That skin and eyes can become paralyzed
And heart beats like a borrowed moon peeking through the clouds


Painted words

Unnecessary silk

Wrapping her white skin

Not her soul


Once in a while,
He unfolds
Reaches out to the world
a simple word
a whisper of joy
Keeps him apart from the ordinary self
Revealing his true gift
And love

Once in a while,
He is strong
To close this eternal distance
With the untold

surrender 2

I cannot convey all my sadness within the lines of my ramblings
Or the senseless rain of thoughts cascading through and against all reasoning
This is not madness, I am not losing it
I am simply grasping
The depths of your reach
Carrying me away from my shades of dissolution
Your tenderness, bleeds me
No footsteps, voices or shadows
I am at a breaking point…
Earthly peace coming home


Summer drift
the smell of you
arriving with the wind
no one else to give
the memories of guilt

“It should have been me,
or another day,
i was not a good listener,
i wandered off,
when I should have stayed”

I spoke the words you needed to hear
in the silence of my screams
that day
when the pouring down rain
smothered the sounds of my love
and weakened your strength


i blossom
aches and pains
roots, riverside deep
a flowing canvas of happy dreams

i dream
of a wanderer’s love

i feel
raindrops melody
claiming rebirth
the earth in my soul spins

arms waiting to hold
this fragile being

steady heartbeat
midnight love

afternoon calm

It is not a matter of time or words that can console, redeem, lift or let you down
I don’t need any of that…
Just a glimpse of your sadness when we are not together, the happiness engraved in your heart when all else falls apart

You need nothing but sunshine, the moon, a gentle breeze and an unseen smile
A soft whisper of coffee calling your name just as the waves bring forgotten treasures to life

You and I… a kiss, across different worlds and spaces celebrating
Letting go of everything others hold
Another shade of love ghostly floating, burning away in the dark

Shades of moonlight

Crippled, are my hands
Numb my desire to walk
Following the rhythm of a aching heart
The distant sound and curves of a city and a love refusing to die

Stillness inside
Memory perfectly fitting
Every valley and mountain
Every wave of her fury and tenderness
Every scar


Taking a deep, prolonged breath
Once more becoming
Shades of moonlight

-let me-

Let me be that word I never wrote

The first glimpse on light after the storm
The shelter from all sounds
The balm caressing your wounds
The gravity that pulls you in
The dewdrop of every kiss
The intoxicating blossom and thorn

Let me be your silence and your song

finding the way

If am I
to dream
i must go
where surface and endlessness blend
and beauty; is ice and flame


Even when I don’t have time… when pain un-carves my ribs
And the moon hides
Her face in tears soaking the silence of my lips
When the night pours tenderness on all darkened souls
Waiting for dawn to be free
Even then I dissolve in the ocean of my grief
Feel the wet air waking my every pore
My bare skin
A blanket of old merging with new