«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our
Dreams and make them shine! »
Your breath smoothens unshaken skies;
Your perception scratches unopened realities.
Is it a diversion -maybe- for lost thoughts,
For lost faces and sins?
Looking the other way out of fear or
Embarrassment, waking up next morning,
You should then learn
How to keep alive the drowsing mind,
While trying to shove away
Her plait of hair,
Jammed in the eyes of memory.
Ah.. Those haunting memories!
Was her pain real
When she asserted «That one is my...
On My Way Home
On my way home, this late afternoon,
I happened to meet a bunch of
Loathsome blokes, happy toasting
Each other's success.
Such corrupt, despicable and vile people
Praised the beauty of democracy, when
Money can buy it, displaying their broad
Satisfaction for how they could bend the laws to their
Will so as to preserve and extend their privileges.