Friday, May 31, 2013

Four Seasons

There are two things 
I forgot to tell you

the first had to do 
with the biting chill of winter
and the second with the way
the colours run in spring

I forgot to tell you
because I only knew you
in the summer and the fall
the time of long days and pretty sunsets.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The Mango Tree

The fruit is ripe

dust collects on the leaves
like sweat 

upon the squalid summer stream
where the tree 
shade has fallen

on the road
the light is clear 
and distant

the last anguish
when the birds flee.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

The Full Moon

The night of parting, now
rests on
your silent lips

the tedious love
we indulged
under a treacherous moon

when a dark and heavy, thunder
scattered brush
on the road.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

The Temple Road

Under hurried
a limpid road 
runs metallic blue, and

comes upon a large temple

the sound of
bells and chanting 
fill the summer evening, where 
softly rest 
blades of grass.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

The last burst of shade

I stand
in your dying waves,
you smile 

I can only hold my breath
and taste your sweetness


you consume me
with the vanishing sun
in a last burst of shade.

Morning star

Hiding beneath the earth
morning reclaims itself 

in a golden blaze
the orange of summer inflames

the branches start crackling

across the neighbourhood
the dogs
start to bark, day has broken 

between sleep and vigil
dream was like a cloud

Thursday, May 23, 2013

A late night, summer

The evening
is dry
its heating like a stone, I see

a solitary person, parched
bent like a crumpled

time flows
endlessly here

this night
flows through him
like a rustle.

Alone, this bliss

I don't feel like
picking a fight
this night 

my body
Is gross
tired of carrying
this day

I would like to be 


like a thing
I forgot 
to pick up

I feel
nothing but

with small wisps
of dust 
and heat
rising from the earth. 

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Summer, The Summer

A ruthless and windless, summer
The summer

Thirsty too, summer
The summer

The sun brought a friend, summer 
The summer

When the trees pray for rain, summer
The summer

Even the earth gets tired, summer
The summer.

Dream Catcher

Dream from 
down under
and dream from the edge

dream of a love
no soul could allege

see the light appear
fill up 
your eyes, and 

suddenly you catch,
new wind
on the rise 

come towards me now
come to see me
my lover

this dream for a dream
for the moment 

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The days of sleepwalking

In the middle of the night 
I wonder
how you and I met

did we wander, like

do you remember 
was it night or day?

we drifted inside 
echoes, and
you emerged again 
inside me

I listened to myself 
as you rose, awake
from a sleep, that
foresaw us.

The one who wanders

I cannot find
to call my home

at every 
I find myself

wherever I grow tiny roots
is home

sooner or later
I always fly 
for another.

Monday, May 20, 2013

The circle of life

At noon on a summer day 
from the heavens above
through the centre of dense 
heat waves 
descended a little boy

flying towards the shadow 
of ripe mango trees
and giant camels 

he wandered over barren earth
and strange giraffes

he flew off then 
towards the angry ocean
his face soaked with rain
against the winds

Illuminated by fire
he had now mastered

the circle of life.

The days of drifting smoke

At the start 
everything appeared
all full of promise
and although it was never quite simple
the struggle
of every day taught us
in binding 
or measuring 
or lasting

is a setting free
that the days are 
nothing but drifting smoke.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

The road less travelled

There is nothing more easy
than the calm road 
where flowers don't bud 
or spring 
or autumn
where no one ever hurts 
or cries
or yells 
where joy never 
alternates with sorrow 

the more you travel
the more seeds open
of love
opposed to nothingness

nothing is brighter
than the road
or newer
or fresher

where space is never degraded
by light 
or dark 
or other time.

The garden of joy

For centuries you have
searched for love
you are reborn 
to give it 
another life
another name

shining souls
shining bodies
is it in love
you always shine?

we dream and we shout
we sow you like seed
and witness a miracle

as you spring forth like
hope, flower, song
like a garden 
in my veins

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Dream with open eyes

Alone in my dreams 
I hold
your loving hand
I laugh, I tease 
I change myself for you
I am as alive
as this night

I am where you are
with your sweet voice
echoing through my mind

my night 
is a storybook
that will end 
with break of day

when new voices 
will drown these moments

I hear someone calling me
Is it morning already?