The frozen panorama sits outside my window
And my emotion get louder
like chatty crows.
Nature takes over
The city and the bodies
And the decorations fall
Leaving the authentic values.
Self, loved, hugs, knowledge.
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I am happy to write
Those moments I cannot frame
But only store deep inside.
Those smiles will come back
When there days are dark in September
And the family will eat together again.
Your soft hands still touch me
Leaving your smell of curiosity and love.
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Quality of life has no numbers
Yet statistics tell me i am good.
Money and food i hunt and gather
To reach the end of the month,
Hugs are not measurable and
luckily
renewable.
The special moment has arrived
And the safe has been allowed to open.
Your hands have touched the comfort of the family
And bubbles have to flow.
After months of jolly chocolate
waiting for the reunion,
The people are together,
The life is shared,
This cake is at the centre of the table.
I slide and watch my step,
I see the crystals shine
In this early morning
And Xmas comes in.
A fire gives its first sparks
In that moment of ice age
Melting the fear away
leaving feathery ashes of love.
You speak soft words
In a language dear to me.
The memories fly in and life makes sense again.
A friend is more than a ear or a shoulder,
It is our hand and eyes,
A family of sounds,
A nest of stranger’s feathers,
a piece of the stubborn beating leathery heart.
The bed is too big for us,
Who search hands and check on each other.
The apartment is too big for us,
Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.
The city is too big for us,
Who share passions and destinations.
The world is too big for us,
Who travel together and fight the two body problem.
Cold texture of pure poetry
Falling romantic on the street,
you, snow of this troubled winter,
Warm up my heart.
Unexpected and desired,
You infused magic in a routine too calculated
And hands that only work,
And do not caress enough.
i hear my heart screaming
And my mind shushing it
With no respect.
Timid and true
The heart keeps silent
And the show goes on.
I am surrounded by balance
With a under loud core.
True to myself,
I open the valve.
