on a photograph
the sun sets
There, where the icy winds whip and where there’s nothing more but the lost memories, he left her barefoot and wept, far from everything. Under the snow that was reaching to the belt, she buried her last tears. Then she clenched her fist, tight on a chest, trying to save the last that she had – her pride. I will never forget that sadness and a fear in those eyes. Never.
a faithful guide
My home is wherever I am. And where are you? Behind whose eyelids do you sleep? And do you still care in your sleeves a scent of the warm bread shared once, in a past life, perhaps? Are your soles tired of the road, joints painful of chains and your skin cracked of the wind that whips in the back? Does the sky reflect in your eyes while you smile? Home … Go on, it must be here… Somewhere… How do I know? How do you not know?
traces of jets
across the morning sky
Talking heads again…
Linked to Carpe Diem #1283 On Our Way Home
It started at 1:01am with 11>11(11) and then it continued during the day… 11:11, 14:44, 15:51, 16:16, 18:18 and so on. Believe it or not, even now as I write this, my digital clock is showing 23:32. I know this sounds crazy, but I’m sure that this little rebel with a guitar who I met this morning in a Chinese store tries to tell me something.
Sometimes, everything losts its’ sense and you find your own thoughts circling without purpose. Like a spinning sand, dancing in the wind. Some people know how to stop the music and let the silence speak. Some people, but not me. At least, not yet.
dust and golden sand
on the endless road
on a dry lip
sun takes away
– Who are you?
I asked distorted figure in a mirror.
– And, do you know who I am?
Deep silence followed.
Only thing that I got was a curious look,
framed by the slightly swaddled bags under the eyes.
– You look tired, Stranger.
I said, feeling some strange pity.
– May I help you somehow?
Deep, in myself, I heard a voice
– Love me. Just love me!
reality and dreams
Linked to Carpe Diem #1269 reflection
Everyone of us longs for something. Beggar yearns for a warm bed, poor for a decent meal, ill for the healthiness, lonely for a soulmate, unemployed for any kind of job, rich for a peace of mind. Wealth can’t be bought. It exists in our heads.
Wealth is every breath that you pull into your lungs before you fall asleep.
Wealth is every drop from a tap that washes your bleary eyes in the morning.
Wealth is every hug that they give me, without reason, just like that!
sound of a kiss
louder than the pockets
full of golden coins
Linked to Carpe Diem #1267 millionaire
beneath the lantern
kimono slides down
Space between the end and the beginning.
Fulfilled with emptiness and awaiting.
There, where instead of a lullaby, your own voice whispers into your ear and keeps you awake until dawn.
You know that you are in Between if looking at your reflextion in a mirror, you want to tear appart the last pieces of your own skin that stretches and presses you.
Space between – then and now.
Fullfiled with silence and purity.
There, where I dive my head into the snow white pillows getting ready for a winter.
Without angels on my side, I fill it with calmness and trust.
Space between – nothing more but a space between.
above the rainbow
symbol of faith
Linked to Carpe Diem #1263 neighborhood of colors