silence

rainbow colored thoughts
silence is where
nothing is more important
than you
and you are being disolved
in the surroundings
calmly

rainbow colored thoughts

rainbow colored thoughts

he and his voice
take a stroll in the forest
they talk to each other
in a balancing act

is he the one
to take a decision
or is it his voice which
is sometimes in tune

does he decide
who he'll be tomorrow
or it's up to his toughts
and his manager voice

the leisurly walk
is an act of (pre)creation
is's peace that he's making
between him who woke up alone
and his voice that will
say it all or put it on paper
as soon as he'l finish
his morning cleaning routine.

indian summer

rainbow colored thoughts
this is the time
when the seeds you planted
reward you with flowers;
this is the time
when the flowers you cared for
reward you with seeds;
a leaf on the lawn marks the elbow
where summer binds to fall.

rainbow colored thoughts

rainbow colored thoughts
your heel is round
and soft but it can
kick off the dance
your eyes are lit
by joy and your smile
is a flower that blooms
on your face
the voice that I hear
sings in colors
you are the child
of many desires;
you change the world
wherever you touch it;
you are a fountain
for those who are thirsty
of joy and enthusiasm
stay with me
more than a day
and I'll shape a ball
with the shape of your heel
we'll invent a game
where no one gets hurt;
we'll dance to the sun
and tallk to the stars
watch the butterflies
and wonder how could they
have been different
in a not distant past

music is

rainbow colored thoughts
music is
part of my day
when I walk
down the street
it's always
comming my way

music is
companion to me
on my journeys
when I am all alone
does not mind sharing
with my friends a song

music is
painted with colors
of joy or darkened
by sadness or loss
forever young
forever my love

Painless world

rainbow colored thoughts

If we could all buy with our money
the health of our friends
wouldn't you you rather live
in a world where we'd all be poor?
We would roam the streets in rags
under which we'd hide our bodies
pure and untouched by disease.
we shall search ourselves
for food in the fields;
draw water from the fountain
of youth , wash our souls
till they are ready to touch
brother souls in a painless world?
but before all these let us think
are we ready to give
are we ready to live?
and what if it still does not work?
will it mean
that we changed not anything?

dream market

I went to the dream market
and asked for a boat
they had one for sale
and it costed a day of my life
I went further to search
for other offers
and took out the boat from my mind
but the dream market
had no merchandise on display
only smells and photos
that you had to paint
so i decided
the market had nothing to offer
I headed back home
and I felt poorer
than any other man.
a man with no dream
is a desert who does not
even long for teh water that
can give back life
drop by drop,
I started to shape
from boards and from log
something my hands knew
only what would become
my mind then caught up
I was building the boat
the dream had caught up
and added the sails
since I had already
unkowingly paid the price.

traveler

the traveller
often away from home
learning to be a new man
on his paths in life
with joy he goes
and with joy he returns
although he often complains
about beeing away too much.
he has put in his bags
his neat folded clothes
and now he takes out
a bundle of dreams
that he's brought as a gift
to his twinkle in the eye kids.
Under them
after they have flown in the air
stays a salty smell of sweat
and foreign dust
mixed with the perfumes
of a hotel that has been
home for a while.
the air is sparkling
with words before a good
quiet night.

LIght

there is light in my window
and light in my soul
spreading all over the joy
to have been born.

today the space is all open
gravity is beeing generous
and allows me to spring
high in the air

I am close to the birds
chirping for the morning
in the tree that is blooming
while loosing its leaves

there may be no reason for all
but today is the day
when the problems of the world
have been lifted from Atlas shoulders

so he's roaming the hills
jumping over the springs and
enjoyng himself unaware
of the serecy of his mission

today he feels young but tomorrow
he may be tied to the ground
and all the atmosphere will press on his shoulders
while his hair will resume to turn gray.

today though he chooses
to take one more free breath
before he'll go back
to his regular job on earth

on growing up

rainbow colored thoughts

that magic time when I was a child i was given a gift
greek myths and gods were populating my mind
i knew they could see me from the top of their mountain
or forests where they convived with middle age gnoms

at that time my parents had the stature of gods
but as I went on reading I started to notice
that their height had decreased
and the skin on the cheeks
were I was daily depositing a kiss
was becoming thiner and older


at times they were making mistakes
they did not want to admit
but I continued to read while they slowly got small
they had become very real human beeings
with problems that needed solutions
no magic to help them at all
and although they ceased to be perfect
my love for them had started to grow.

holiday

rainbow colored thoughts

I am one with the sand
and one with the salt
in an ocean of waves
reflecting the sun rays.
when the mind is at rest
just planning the future
for a one week duration
the length of vacation.
i am blinded by light
there is no boat in sight
to save me i have to swim
if I want to redeem
the sin of not doing
anything really.

invitation for you

i like you
but more
i like us
cause
you as in one
is worse
than you
as in two
and even thus
you as in two
could benefit
if changed
into us.

focus

rainbow colored thoughts

It happens if you let the river flow
Instead of fighting if you do let go
You become one with your own goal
And in silence you do pave the road
and many friends will try to follow
and others will try to distract.
no matter though where the winds blow
your ship is headed where is should
and in the sky for you so bright
the north star follows you on your path.
it's not a fight it'just the normal flow
you and your ship crew following a goal.

roundness

random waves
shape perfect stones
round and smooth;
all of them pebbles
alike as brothers
rolling on top of each other
moving away from each other
but never to far
never forgetting
who they are
unless they get picked up
by a forgetful kid
or an artistic lady
who wants to remember
the beauty of her vacation
at the edge of the sea

flight

rainbow colored thoughts
It happens when I think of you so hard
that a piece of my heart takes off;
sometimes with pain, sometimes with joy
like a rose petal on thin wings of air;
flies a little, dies a little
or rests a while on the forehead of the world
pressing it with all the weight of my love
with the memories of our friendship,
tossed in the bag of seconds we shared
in harmony or conflict or song.
till I forget it all in the swirls of today
and the petal turns into an angel
with tired wings but ready to fly again
over the ocean of salty water
and mountains of men
to grab hope by its tail, make it stay
make us belive we'll be again togheter
in harmony and able to paint
the seconds with the multicolored blood
of our two different souls

on becoming part of a forest

rainbow colored thoughts

Nothing so far, I feel nothing
but the humidity in the air,
the breath I take getting heavy
perhaps the pressure on my fingers
slowly cleaning themselfs of dust,
becoming green, multiplying into leaves;
their dirt dripping on humid ground,
turning clean like tears
for unknown and already dead leaves.
the forest has overtaken my presence.

i am none but a tree among trees
there is sap in my veins
nothing but sap and the need
to hiss with the wind
i cannot move anywhere so I gave up my shoes
since the forest has grown roots
allover my space, tied my legs
offering in return a large piece of eternity
the gift that and one may call me imortal
as long as the forest shall live

my limp arms are gaining strength
just for staying in place
raised and waiting for the sun.
if it will ever come
I will be here, standing;
my soul turned inside out
by words then dipped in
the songs of the forest.


who said there is no collective soul
did not recall the times long gone
of going to school or to church,
of hissing with the wind; a friend's search;
singing a tune on a stadium lawn;
cying over a meaningless game
of sports, a movie, a dead flower;
losing the singularity of "you"



PS:
watch the snowflakes falling
open the sky to your eyes
till it will absorb you
get lost in their dance
silently. then wonder why
your hand felt like ice

the door

rainbow colored thoughts



I open my house door in two ways
One when I want to get out and be free
One when I want friends to come in and see me
To all of us the door reserves surprises and mysteries

Are we the same as we were
The day when we last said good bye
Are we estranged or ready to change to be friends
Are we the people left in the past or we belong to tomorrow

In front of the door lays my garden
The flowers which have been waiting for me
To water them, feed them, and clean them from al pests and disease
Behind the door: my conflicts, my friends and our thoughts that we’re independent.

color of age

rainbow colored thoughts

Age comes
Like snow falling
In a myriad of ways
Like a veil on the eyes
Like a layer of white on the hair
Like the perfume of lavender
From a bag in the closet
Where from the clothes do not match
Neither the body nor the fashion of today.
Nobody remembers when she gave up
The use of colors and she adopted the eternal black.
Ageless her eyes twinkle with life when she walks
On the freshly painted white street
And one can guess the richness of her life
In their light even when she rests
On the bench under the platan tree.

contemporary men

rainbow colored thoughts

i see them on the street sometimes
the perfect men, with matching faces
and perfect names; their muscles neat
the body mass at the right level,
the cholesterol in control, and sometimes shiny braces.

but what amazes me is the way
they are plugged in to their devices
ipod on hand, cell phone at belt
I would almost think there is a pair
of bionical wings squarely folded on their shoulders.

the other day I met one jogging
in the park, the place where kids go feed the ducks
he almost smiled in friendliness (like yesterday's)
fully aware that he was born right for today
then disapered in the harmonic loneliness of an iTune

happiness

rainbow colored thoughts

happiness is
when you spring out of bed
ready to start
the day

light on your cheek
a hand in your hand
a plan or no plan
for the day

something to do
something to wait for
some time to rest
in the midsts of the day

happiness is
something to share
something to give and to build
with you everyday

all wihin you
all in your brain
when you're ready to dream
at the end of the day