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Exposing the core

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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Baby click

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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Jolly chocolate

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.

Frost frost fire fire

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.

Woolly words

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.

Warm like bread

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.

Snowy hearts

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.

Heart scream

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.

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