Wish

We'll shatter the sky together and then we are going to clumsily keep trying to put it back together. It'll take out whole lives, to come to the end, and then, we'll see all the plastic people that stood in our way. Then we'll see that the sky can't be reassembled, cause if it is, we could never see the stars that live in the reflection of you eyes...

When she goes away

When she goes away, the hug is still here - an empty set. A trace. When she goes away, even the sky arranges it self differently. The air is filed with a strange sent unlike the one she hauls... I see characters of a parallel universe, lingering in the empty streets and overcrowded yards, behind the curtains that never stop moving... When she goes away, only the hug remains. An empty set...

Contemplations

No! Don't even try to save a man who's drowning in mud. He'll pull you along with him, even if it's the last thing that ever came to his mind. You know, even little children know that some people can become good only in death. And the bitch, continues to take the ones she shouldn't... I talked in my dream. I talked with my dead friend, which I hadn't said a word to while she was alive. She said to me - keep on walking your own road! Don't leave loneliness, cause it certainly won't leave you...

Falcon

He glided proudly through the air, besides me. He flew, but the wind wouldn't let him move forward. Stubbornly, he pushed ahead, with his head held up high. I waved form the edge, but he didn't even look at me. He stared in front of him, at his road... From within me, all the daemons, all the nightmares, all the sweat shadows from the past came out and didn't let me find my peace, at that ordinary day, while I waited to hear from you...

Shadows

Our whole lives are just a simple play of lights. A clumsy dance of the steps into nothing and the shortage of shadows. You, closing on me, on your toes, down my street, quiet, along with the wind. You, hiding behind the branches of the huge blackberry tree; up on the forever forgotten railway tracks that lead to nowhere... And all the hugs in which I wanted to trap you - one with the shadows...

The House On The Hill

When we were little, we always glared at the house on the hill. When ever we passed at the base, we couldn't keep our eyes away. The people with the biggest cars lived there, their kids had the most beautiful toys, wore the most glamorous outfits, had everything... We stopped staring at the house on the hill a long time ago. Ever since we found out that mountains existed...

There

My place is there, where the hills are bare, and the mountains endlessly sad. I don't belong here. I don't belong somewhere, where you are so close, but so damn far! My place is there. Where my dreams are still alive. Where I know the wind is calling me, trying to tell me the story of freedom.

Never

Never has the peace of Snickers been so sweet, as it was there, above the clouds, when every cell in my body was crying for at least a gram of sugar. Never has the rain been so perfectly aligned with the notes of the song in which I found you, more than a 100 times! Never has the emptiness been filled by something so small and so beautiful. Never before...

Betrayal by Umbrellas

Beautiful girls hide their smiles, somewhere behind those frowny faces. They make sure that no one will wish to steal their smiles away from them. They live joyfully, until the umbrellas don't start dancing around, making way for the rain. And, it will capture the sincere laughter, leaving nobody immune... They fall asleep in someones arms, those pretty smiling faces, cursing the betrayal by umbrellas...

I write

I don't write about the things I will write in the future. I don't write about my majestic successes in the past. I write for the sake of writing. I write now, about your blackest brownish-green eyes, your words and the smile that make me start linking the world; about the funny weather in Guam; about the storms that take place in the left corner of my room; about the municipal bonds in Cuba; about the newborns that won't live to see the world destroyed... I write because it's the only thing I know... I write...

Love & Walnuts

We didn’t eat walnuts very often. We were too lazy to hit the branches. We waited for the day they gathered the fruits. Then, we ate and ate, until our hands would turn black, and our tummies would swell up. We went to bead, with a sense of nausea, and a thought: “Never again!” Until the next year, at least...

A part of you

Who knows how many passed you by. A part of you they took, never looking back, going forward on their path. You, gluttonously swallowing parts of them, wanted to hold on to the memory of your existence in someone's eyes, no matter how short or meaningless it is. And I can't stay next to you. I only needed a moment, unrelated to the fear of leaving. A hug, shorter than a moment, but bigger than eternity. A real part of you. A part that doesn't exist....

Chess

I killed a child. The graves continued to struggle with their game of chess. They had positioned them selves, black after white marble tombstone, but they couldn't reach an agreement as to which soul has the next move. Almost an eternity, they remained frozen. In that period, no one looked at the moon anymore, because it wasn't sweetened by nobody's shadow. It was just a moon. Same as that kid was just a kid. The one I killed, deep inside of me....

Ode

At that spot, where every day, an enchanting aroma of cows and manure spread through the air; tonight, it stunk of baked beef!

A Midnight Talk

It hit me, as if I heard it from my own sister! I wished I could slap her so hard, as I never wished to do to anyone. It's lucky that the alcohol was speaking instead of me. I didn't say a thing...