The matches of hope

If I close my eyes – two butterflies in a jar, bathed in the honey sunset, and if I let my thoughts descend in the bottomless tunnels of disbelief – I will quietly fall asleep, like the little match-seller, dreaming of a beautiful future.

My everything

You, who grab my days as a toy, and make me feel like a toddler with your vivid opinions about the things,

Kit Kat

The men I know invite their chosen ones to lustrous night clubs their favorites – to fancy restaurants. They send hundred-dollar bouquets of long-stem, thornless roses in cardboard boxes, padded with silky soft red paper – like in coffins.

I know you must – you can go…

I just want to whisper one last “Hello” to sink into your eyes with the color of a summer whiff, to shelter in your arms with a bitter taste and dance one last quiet  blues with your hands. To deny for a moment that there is a tomorrow with closed eyes to chase away the [...]

I miss you

Immerse myself in amber with a little ice then dreaming with open eyes not you – I walk along the edge of your absence, wonder of your look and touch, a few skipped heart beats.

God counts the tears of women

Sometimes it’s not bad enough, to leave, nor well enough to stay. I’m stuck in the nothingness searching in the stalemate for a thousand reasons to not perish,