Scream out loud(er)
for who fancies you and
only *you* the most.

Leave the world
full of struggles
of lifelong sweethearts;
filled with dark anxieties.

Break its rules;
ignore its punishment
in a matter of time;
ignore the unignorable.

Call for a life – a pure life
and a mind of the unspoken
language of silent.

Bonne chance.

S

Where is the truth, my love?

Between the sky and
the maple tree, changing
colors every second?

Above the white clouds
battling with the sun, stopping
it to set in the horizon?

Or perhaps it lies
beneath the surface
of perfection?

Indeed.

S

There he was, whispering the goddamn song

underneath the grayest roof; the raindrops;

while his only friend was the pick

dancing on the broken strings.

On the opposite side of his voice were

the fakest smiles and a bunch of wannabes

marching on the reddish carpets

lying in curls on the wet soil.

A few blocks down the road was

his lover, cursing the swindlers;

begging for loonies to sum up her whiskey sips,

and refreshing her memories of the lavender fields.

He is on my mind while watching the pacific from up high.

She too is on my mind while sitting

in silver lights, surrounded by the black bows

and hydrangeas; the white and the lilac ones.

What a tiny world!

Him, her and I

are all playing;

playing hard at life;

singing along.

S