Saturday, November 8, 2014

True


I have no idea what is going to happen next,
I said.

The unexpected is the magic,
You replied. 

Make big steps, go away and look back only when you arrive,
He insisted.

Then close your eyes and remember only those that were still there when you left,
She added.

“True” is a rare word and if combined with another is your power,
We admitted.

Make the hunting of this word your own game,
You advised. 

Then the second word will approach,
They confessed.

How will I know what is "true"? 
 
When the lonely "e" in the word will be replaced by the double "st".  

Remember. 

The double has always more power.

"Trust".
 

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Listen


Somewhere between the vanity and happiness lies the incompatibility, someone said.
Thus, an invisible quiet and slow soul-beggar ignited stealthily the story of my lost sound.

Pleasure, Passion, Petulance and Pain, all P's went pissed one day and attacked me while sleeping.
Exposed to the thunder I licked the caustic drops; helpless, I weakly assembled all damaged pieces.

Clean and lean, brain-feeded by routine, slowly I forgot and pursued soft and silky ways of Lethe.
The heart-leaking stopped and I selected names to fit the faces of people inside bursting to get out.

Since then, daily, my eyes take pictures blinking, digesting in iris the unspoken words of mouth.
Ι do not expect anything, I confessed one night, just a hand in mine in our small walk of illusions.

Leave me alone in my noise, I begged; Dance with me in my silence, you commanded.
Count to ten and I’ll be there, you said; Countdown and I’ ll be away, I never replied.

All the way to the sick and dirty path of ignorance, I sucked regrets and spit them out, all.
Guided by mind’s obsessions and body’s darkest desires, I quit and became an observer.

Of people that come from the future smiling, with beautiful white roses in hands or under the skin.
Of promises spoken by respectful mouths; with severity and warmth, chasing hesitation away.  

Of surly people that come from the past, impudent, careless; ready to smash up things & lives.
And then retreated back, empty and cold-blooded, into their delusive ambitions and vast carelessness.

Of myself, approaching new lands, leaving behind shoddy rapists; promising to venture further out.
Listening to the music, ignoring the misleading ado; speaking loudly humble words of nothingness.  

I have no illusions, I have spent them all on my travels; my eternal damaged clock shows zero time.
My only luggage, a smile; a lonely curved face-line that always prevails strong when nobody knows.

A blend in my pocket hides; Mistakes and wisdom cover the brittle skin of my future and happiness.
Craving traces of change, my only constant reality; flirting humbly with the risk of the unexpected.

It's beyond my control; come close to my neck and whisper, bet, fight, prove, dare to win or die.
Do not settle, I pray; If I respond, leave; If I stay still, break the cold mold and come in, explore.   

Speak. Shout. Scream. Sing. Hope your words find their way, lost in the labyrinth of a deaf ear.
My hearing, a sublimated gold; and though the sound flies no more, a whistle will always be my reminder.


In the world of senses, thunder approached.
All senses found a way to escape. 

The sight asked the eye-lids to blink and shut.
The touch covered its skin with the veil of immobility. 
The smell invited breath and they fled together to hostile lungs. 
The taste made love to the wet tongue locked in their dark room.  
The hearing stayed alone and asked for help.
None responded. 

Helpless and scared, the exposed ear heard the thunder.
A strong pop slapped its nude boldness.


Deafness tied the ears with a strike and dominated. 
The ear surrendered to the power of incompetence.

Lived with the curse and blessing of silence since then.
Denatured. 
But in grace. 
It was the only one who admired the lightning in the dark sky. 
And the only one who will stay naked next time. 
Daring to listen to the thunder coming.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Serendipity


On my way to reach the end of love's marathon, I sing
Observing the future running faster than the past, I think

Hungry for a love that will flourish and last, You dream
Frightened by encounters that imprison, You scream

Solving problems that twist my heart,  You coach
Charmed by my daring life and ideas, You approach

Terrified by sounds that have no tomorrow, I lock
Trying to welcome presents that time offers, I knock

Amused by success that ties your wrists, You fight
Holding a cigar and lost in a smoke of memories, You light

Guided by a compass that lead me to directions you admire, I sail
Trying to erase a smile that is yours since you met me, You fail

Gifted with the power to transform frames into ladders, I live
Realizing the preciousness of seconds versus eternity, I forgive

Reborn in a place where miracles happen, I become your teacher
Embracing the past as a wise old friend, I give birth to my future

Rational mind, deep emotions, mature choices, true love and luck
From this point on, I decide, there is no turning back.


In wrong places there is always the right moment.

To find something you were missing.
Something that you ignored its existance and value.

Lonely there, it was waiting to be found.
Some call it a "happy accident".
I call it a "sad happiness".
Sad for the time lost without it.
Happiness for the unexpected gift.
This moment is called "serendipity".








[*serendipity: one of the rare English words
that can not be translated into other languages]

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Numbers

Calculations.
Units and symbols.
Quantities and values.
Empowered counting elements.

Numbers that change.
Numbers that dance and alter lives.
Numbers that kill each other to survive.
Numbers that multiply, divide, add and substract.

At first, it was one that soon became two;
one left. another approached, only to become two again.
Two became three for a while and then four
and time was busy choosing its fatal operation.

A violent split, an evil's lethal spit
sent all four to east and west, and north and south;
the lightest escaped to the sky
the heavier dropped on the ground.

Drunk inputs struggling for a result.
One and two, four and three.
All four were slaughtered and left a ruin. 
Two formed a bond; Two hydrogens ready to embrace an oxygen.


Believe in the power of the plus (+). 
Curse the weakness of the minus (-). 
Pursue the potential of the times (x).
Avoid the snakiness of the obelus (/).

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Life

Stay naked.
Look at your flesh.

Stay still and refuse to hear the clock ticking.
Admire your beauty that will be older the next second. 

Forget to admit that time is watching you.
Pretend you wear nothing but your smile.

Hear the stories your pores whisper.
Recall the touch of love inside that built all that you are.

Hug mistakes that lied and stayed handicapped.
Believe in the lost flavor of a kiss that has no voice.

Pray for the moments that reached the end and died.
Smile for the secrets that noone will ever know.

Try your limits under sunshine and grow up.
Find peace in small and little, forget the big, try for the bigger. 

Surrender to the dark, hide, pause.
Spend time alone so as to appreciate company that makes time freeze.

Capture each drop of your nature's juices.
Repeat each day, many times, the sound of your laugh.

Thank the night that visit you as a precious guest.
Welcome the day that softly open your eyes.

Explore the new, remember the missing, forget the absent.
Appreciate the power of the past, use it in the future.

Study weaknesses, transform, be thankful for teachings.
Ask, receive advice, listen, stay open, learn.
 
Share with beloved and connect, age seek familiar hearts.
Let time flirt with grey but give birth to a colourful blend.

Love deep and honor those few that know what trust means.
Define the rules, play hard, stay faithful to yourself first.

Do betray your fears and walk through flames stronger.
Do surrender to your passions, then learn to tame them.

Get sick when love ends, mourn, grace the years.
Say goodbye to the lost, remember and forget.

Respect your heartbeat's echo, life is short.
Breath slowly, think fast, act wise, ask boldly.

And never reply, unless you are certain.




If I could, what would I change?
If I couldn't, what would I miss?

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Box

Can't you really see this?
Can't you realize it?
I see your hands. 
I can clearly see your legs.
Your body is all out.
What is only missing is your head.
Do you really believe noone can see you?
It is a bit funny.
And scary.
What are you really doing?
Is this a kind of game?
A new exercise?
A joke?
Or just a shelter?
Well?
You can not speak either?
I see...
You are trapped.
Or just hiding.
You think this tiny box is enough for you?
Do you really believe it?
So, why you try to fit in?
Is it really so hard to see?
You are all exposed and unprotected.

So you are finally out.
You will soon realize the open potential. 
Look at this bigger box.
An excellent fit.
You will feel safe in there.
Warm.
You will grow.
You will expand.
So what are you looking at?
Move in.

Still there?
What?
You walk away?
Where are you going?
Where is the box?
By the way, you have a perfect smile.


Diminishing needs.
Minimizing glories.
Pushing hard passion.
Pausing laughs.
Stopping impetus.
Squeezing nature's juices.
Quitting desires.
Just to fit in. 


A small box.  
Exhausting and tiresome jail. 
A fail. 
A bigger box. Unstable.
An enourmous gap.

You hold softly the box in your hands.
Small, big, doesn't matter. 

It is your choice.
You embrace it.
You breath slowly.
You feel calm and secure.
You now smile and flourish.
You are now exposed.
You now feel the air.
You now really love.
You now really live.

With your choices.  

With the box.
But.
Out-of-the box.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Coincidence

[Words from the past]

So, let me introduce myself.
I'm Afrodite.

Do I know you?
Have we ever met before?

Who can tell.
People change.

I am sure I know your face.
The tone of your voice is familiar. 

I could say the same.
It is strange.

Indeed. Do you live close?
Maybe I have seen you around.

I live in another city.
I came here for a few days.

Me too.
I am leaving tomorrow.

I enjoyed our talk.
Even though I still don't know your name.

True. 
Now you have a reason to meet me again.

How do you know this will happen?
You seem so sure.

I see it in your eyes.
You asked for it.

Someone would say you can read my mind.
If it is so, why do you leave?

It is not the right time.
Neither for you, nor for me.

I have to go.
Nice to meet you.

Take care of yourself.
Till next time.

Bye...
See you soon.


[Words from the future]
Do I know you?
Have we ever met before?

If not now, when?
When the right time starts?
Yesterday, now, tomorrow?
How long does it last?
You just know there is a reason.
You exist all over him. 
He lives within you. 
You both carry your story. 
The one that ended there. 
The one that lasted years.
Or just minutes. 
The one that took a second to find. 
Or a life to realize.
The one that will come one day.
When the coincidence decides.
When it is the right time.