19 05, 2017

Chicken bones

2017-07-09T00:39:53+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

You know what’s really sweet?
That you tip my self-esteem,
with shabby words like dirty coins
that go around from hand to hand
and make some noise but buy no joys.
A cheap woo-woo to please,
the ones that taste like cheese.
The pseudo-encouragement,
an attempt to make a compliment.
The one that we all are,
so it means nothing […]

3 05, 2017


2017-07-09T00:54:07+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I traced a line to separate
the indivisible in two.
I focused on that edge
(dividing what, I had no clue).

I stayed until both sides
became this blurry view,
where I could no longer see
the closeness of the two.

They shared a giant tree
and the footprints of my shoes
but it didn’t really matter,
that’s what lines are […]

23 04, 2017

Forever young

2017-07-09T00:55:29+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

The ice melted,
the sugar dissolved.
Both faded
and got lost
in the red liquid of my glass,
in the red liquid of my core.
Who cares about
the conservation of mass,
when time decides
to do the same to my ass?

Maybe I got this wrong,
but I tried the Buddhists’ advice
of staying always in the present
so I could be […]

13 04, 2017

Hand in hand

2017-07-09T00:59:10+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I wished I could walk around the rainbow
and get a glimpse from an angle.
I despised the frontal view,
I didn’t want to face the blue.

So I walked and walked,
always hoping for some change
and when I looked at the colors
it was always the same range.

The next thing I remember is
parts of the […]

7 04, 2017


2017-07-09T01:00:54+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

I was playing Where’s Wally?, but
I didn’t like red,
I was searching for blue instead.
Don’t you get better
if you play everyday?
I was committed to practice and
sometimes I could find him.
“Look! Here! Wally behind that whaler!”
“That’s not Wally, you idiot,
that’s a sailor.
Why don’t you just let go?
What do you need blue for?”
“It’s […]

21 03, 2017

The tree

2017-07-09T01:03:10+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

If every leaf of that tree had a name
I’d have to learn them all.
The branches touching them
didn’t know what they were called.
It was stupid that I felt that way
but it was beyond control,
I’ve spent many hours of my days
under its treetop, in the cold.
During summer days
its shadow my name called
and […]

21 03, 2017

Before nine o’clock

2017-07-09T01:05:27+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

“I’ll have the salad,”
I said.
“That wouldn’t help,”
he said,
“colorful vegetables
wouldn’t leave a stain
in such a colorless self.”
“I guess I’ll have some tea, then.”
“That wouldn’t help either,
a cold heart can’t be warmed up
by a cup of tea
or liquor or beer.”
“Well, sell me a whole jar.”
“We don’t sell those in here,
just one cup […]

21 03, 2017


2017-07-09T01:06:57+00:00 Categories: Poetry|Tags: , |

They raised their voices
in the name of compassion
to silence words
they didn’t like enough,
paradoxical was their motto
and their flag a colorful cloth.
Slogans signaled their virtue
urgently, loud, rhythmically
as one voice.
As true as if they really meant it,
that you could almost
trust their cause.
So they grew
and became the authority,
silencing and controlling
everyday more,
each time pushing
a bit further,
until […]