Πέμπτη, 31 Μαρτίου 2011

Parallel life.

I found you after a long time.
All these years I was sure that dreams are always dreams.
That’s how it should be.
Last night you told me that your dream came true.
Now you’re awake, lying on your bed.
How long your dream did lasts?
You still don’t know.
You were so happy, so free.
Reality doesn’t fit you.
You keep on telling about your dream days and days.
Take a nap or dress the reality with this sense you once felt.
Think twice.
Dreams are our second parallel life.
Find the space to live in-between.

Grey sky.

Today was a rainy day under a grey sky.
9 p.m, I could not understand if it was day or night.
I turn on the lights, I serve myself a cup of black coffee.
The girl next door plays with the leaves that fall of the trees.
These leaves are dead. Colorless.
One day this tree was green.
One day this girl was happy.

Τετάρτη, 30 Μαρτίου 2011

Black and white

You used to color my day.
Different views, from the same spot.
I love the way you smile.
Now I’m standing all alone outside your house.
Everything's black and white.
I drew a heart around the place you live. Full of colors.

Δευτέρα, 28 Μαρτίου 2011

Rendez-vous

There is dirt on your hands.
You wash your hands every time you walk up.
You can’t remember anything form last night.
You woke up and you wash your hands again.
Routine makes you allergic to soap.
Sins don’t wash away with water.
God never met you at nights.

Κυριακή, 27 Μαρτίου 2011

Life as we know it.

Life as we know it.
Are you a good participant?
'Remember that if you can’t stand on your own feet, you will not ever fly’
My mom used to say that as I was a child.
My father used to say, ‘Son keep your eyes open, don’t get lost on the way’
Now I’m 23, I still walk on the road. I wear my sunglasses too.
My father’s advice teaches me to gaze everything and everyone.
I meet you at the same spot like every day.
You keep telling your secrets aloud while singing to your favorite songs.

Σάββατο, 26 Μαρτίου 2011

Love called sick today.

Days really seem bigger now.
Nights are endless.
Drinks, songs, dance drinks again.
New people, lovely people.
Everything seems perfect.
Can you choose among the moments we share?
Can our life fit in a song?
Everyday soundtracks keep us alive.
But still something’s missing.