Red

one day, plain like any other day
he was expecting night to bring the dark
and rest; instead he started seeing
that a long forgotten apple turned to red.
he did not know the name of colors
it was HIM who told him it was "red"
then everything around him
started changing and the light
seemed to give birth to colors
lively and so strong they could not be ignored.
he bit the apple and decided he will pay
for his grave sin of seeing
what was not destined to be seen.
she came around, but after he had made his mind
and smoothly moved around him, like a snake
she hugged him and she sealed the deal
with a red kiss that landed on his lips.

quote of the day

"When love is deep much can be accomplished"
Shinichi Suzuki

prayer

I sing my prayer in loud voice
so that the anger all comes out
and leaves a lot of space for peace
I welcome in

i'd open all the doors and windows wide
for birdsongs to come in
for friends to come with time to talk
for harmony to set in

just give me patience
and teach me kindness once again
and teach me trust and I will do my best
to share them

and stop to world from spinning madly
just today, so wrong things fall
and we can build again
our faith

for petalida

the system

the system is
nobody
the system's got
no soul
every now and then
a scapegoat
pays for all mistakes
alone

(leave alone the rules
established
by nobody known, nor when
dare make mistakes,
friends and enemies
and they will show respect
and maybe
some remains of old emotions
that will make you feel alive)

kindness

people are good
or at least some of them are
on any given day
maybe they're not always the same

like angels
they may show up at crossroads
to lend a wing
and to give a sense of direction

please God
bless them and keep them with us
keep them the same
everyday able to lend one of their wings

memories

memories
are here to stay
to share
and be transformed
it is important
that they
should not vanish
if they gave joy
and equally important
suffering
in a lifetime
experience.

grandchildren are
the present
but also the dreams
of their
grandparents come true
once again
when they thought
all is left of their lives
were memories.

grandchildren are
the future
and partly projected
modulated past.
therefore please
when you do
whatever you are going to do
remember
the children!

stuff

Stuff versus soul
stress versus bike,
beach, wind or sand
what are you willing to give?
and what to keep?
or do you still think
you can have them all?
think for a blink!

poetry

like others sing
i write
in my own voice
and words

like others paint
I scribble
and my pen learns
every day

like you read
I do
before the day ends
and then

I dream