The snow of February

A thick blanket of snow covers my heart

A livid woe freezes my childish dreams

In a corner, alone again in a crowded room,

among grim faces of snow, familiar refrain 
melancholy funeral of feelings

The snow of Febrary, pure and white
chilling the tears on my grim face
eases the pain in my teared soul 

But, on the edge, familiar lonliness 
over and over like an open wound

The end

You and I, we were gentle breeze

Warm breath of the desert wind

fragrant smell of joyful spring

You and I, endless idyll of senses

Remember, that boat on the lake

We slid silently away through the willows wall

The still water reflected in your blue eyes

We thought it would last forever

Remember then, in that gloomy room

Staring motionless at the gray ceiling

while a tangle of brambles strangled our hearts

apathy and uncertainty nested inside us

Remember, in that central café

Shining eyes and cold hands

We decided not to give up

But a black storm was already grown inside us

Now, I look at our boat drifting away

The sky is cloudy and the lake a vortex

You and I, we abandon the ship

not to get swallowed by our hatred

Ghosts

Ghosts in the fog of tomorrow
they move silently and slowly
toward the pit of eternal death

They’re waiting to be in peace..

The beginning of the end

That rainy day, far from home
my eyes were filled by your frivolity
and blanked by your glowing foam.
So, I swept away all the murky animosity
And built a new joyful dome.

Mirthful image of a perfect life
in daylight, a boat at the seaside
together we were, as husband and wife
without neither misery nor pride.

My dear beloved, for you,
I changed my habits indeed
Inventing myself out of the blue
Neglecting what I really need.

The time, anyway, has passed quickly
Consciously unwilled of tomorrow
You become more and more picky
And I felt heavy dull and sorrow.

Pretending to be the queen of smile
And because, the real me, you did not like,
My brain stopped to be fertile
While you seemed to me a moody tyke.

You are grey, you said, one day
You piss me off, you yelled
Maybe I am murky,  I am afraid
Maybe black and white are now meld.

You and me, two different side
Like night and day, we can’t be one
For you, anymore I cannot hide
and follow, as a planet with the sun.

Human ants

Ants in a big ant heap

Waiting for their sins to weep

Hoping He’s protecting us

Forgiving our sins, thus

The burning eye who’s above

Saving from hell’s shove

Persecutor and judge
Without cruelty or grudge

But when She’s here

With her sickle and bier 

For Who’s poor, who’s in clover
Hope and fears, all it’s over...