For the flowers

November 30, 2009 § Leave a comment

She was given a bucket
Of flowers

She bowed her head
And smelled them
She smelled them
And burst into tears

Why, oh why are you crying
Beautiful girl

I can hear their stories
Stories that have
Never been told
Stories that have
Never been heard

But I am crying because
The man who
Cut them down
This morning
Had sad thoughts
And the flowers
Are also sad

His wife is dying
His children have left him
And the flowers
Who love him
He had to sell today

I am crying
For the man
But who will cry
For  the flowers
That are sold this day


Were still warm

November 10, 2009 § Leave a comment

When I woke up
I was running out of words
Restless words

When I woke up
Words were running out of me
Hundreds of words
Thousands of words
I wanted to catch them
I stretched out my sleepy fingers
But fell back to dreams
And the words
Took over

And when I woke up
I was just holding
Some letters
Colourful letters
Light green and orange
Red and bright yellow
And blue

They were still warm
Were still warm
In my hands

the time when the cats spoke of their names

November 4, 2009 § Leave a comment

do the cats know what colour they are?
she asked from her mother
but her mother does not know
for she has forgotten the language of fairy tales

she does not remember the time
when the trees could speak
when the wishes came true
and when the cats spoke of their names

but don’t be afraid, little girl
for the cats still remember
however they rarely speak

be silent and listen to the wind
it will whisper you the wisdom
of the cats, their colours and names

you create the world

September 3, 2009 § Leave a comment


you create the world
with every word you say
with every thought you have
i’m begging you
create it happy and good


eyes tell it all

June 29, 2008 § Leave a comment

she thinks her eyes tell it all
but he doesn’t know
while breaking the waves
while touching the sky

yet the looks
watching watching
yearning burning
be it warm be it cold

they’re captured by an artist
who does not know what he sees
just a scene
but there’s much more
passion desire eternity

she thinks her eyes tell the story
but can he read that language
do their hearts beat in the same rhythm
does he feel the burning glance
among the cool waves caressing his body
does he feel something passionate
burning inside his heart

i just need to be true

May 3, 2008 § Leave a comment

I don’t like waiting – why do I always have to wait so much?
When you went away I didn’t say a word but now I yearn your gentle touch.
Why do some good things come out of misery and pain?
Why do we hope the best for future but sometimes just in vain?

The world is changing, I am drifting
through the pain of glory.
Now there’s a song, won’t last for long,
it’s just an endless story:
I don’t know about you, but I just need to be true…
I don’t know about you, but I just need to be true…

Why do we always try but give up just before the end?
Why do we try so much but yet completely never understand?
Why do we say things behind the back of someone we don’t know so well?
Why do we divide things just between the heaven… & the hell?

I let you touch me with your words. They’re soft & warm & silent.
Some of them I’ve never heard & some just force me… silent.
Your words – they made it to my heart. I’ll hide them in disguise.
No end has she who never starts – half past forlorn goodbyes…


December 17, 2007 § Leave a comment

tu es mon chocolat…

chocolat à croquer
chocolat au lait
chocolat glacé

je sais que
tu me manques
est-ce que
je te manque, moi aussi?
– qui sais.

j’attend ta lettre…
c’est de quelque chose joyeuse
dans ma vie

ta lettre…
ah, mon dieu

quelle nostalgie!

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