Poem_02/2015

There is a box

In the box there is a language

In the language we bow

In the language we shake hands

In the language we wave hands

In the language we proclaim our love

In the language we make the invisible, visible

Sometimes this box is thrown in the gutter

Then we shout out loud to be heard

Sometimes this box is placed on the sharp point of the pyramid

Then we whisper not to get hurt

Sometimes this box has no language

Then we are very very happy

Poem_01/2015

Let’s accept the fact that they are very coincidential, our decisions
Though, the first encounter, always with the bubbles from the predestinations

I am secretly in love with dreamers because I have no dreams

Look at the faces of lovers and they are framed sadly
Desires, wishes all in one scoop blowing away in the wind
We say we fall in love because we fall into the tears, traces and hair
Who ever said that love makes us danse so ever lightly like feathers
We lock our love tight but it might be too heavy and become dangerous
I will be careful as not to do things he dislikes
Rather than trying to do things he like

2015.01.03