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“Hitchhikers”

When I rise from the fallen leafs can you see me dressed in gold?

The reflection of warmth in your eyes that’s me out in the cold…

When you hear laughter that the north wind hides behind the naked trees,

The light smile on those lips of yours turns the wind in a warm breeze.

And the question mark on the hitchhiker’s girl pointed to you is silly,

How can she understand the meaning of the water for the water lily.

Crazy, unchained sentences coming from this so called poem of mine,

Just a celebration of the fallen ones with red apples and red wine…

Many hitchhikers on the road in front of you my dear,

So many left behind and yet no one near…

Shadow like a humble servant and a dark snake with poison kiss,

My companions for a lifetime with no wish to be dismiss.

Pieces of lost human’s lives like heavy burden left behind,

Seekers for their lost home, hitchhikers blind…

Your eyes are my legacy, a map to guide me home,

Now I know that I’m not one of them, you are there I’m not alone.

“Ordinary”

I know that smile you know, the one with just a corner of those lips of yours,

When you look through me like I’m naked without my clothes…

I know that look of your eyes, half closed with a sparkle that burns inside,

The devil himself cannot hide his tail even if he do his best and tried …

I know and I learned how to breathe with your breath in my chest,

I’m still me inside out even if I feel totally possessed …

Yes, even now I can hear your laughter loud as the thunder for the sky,

Your arms are around me even if you are not nearby ….

So ordinary you would say, for me and you nothing strange,

Everything is OURS not yours or mine and nothing will ever change ….

You will hear my voice in the wind when he follows you on your path of dreams,

You will feel my hands on your face every time the rain begins….

Ordinary and yet so crazy for the believers in the natures rings,

I gave you the earth and you gave me the wings …

Our ordinary is so precious like a black diamond hidden in the mud,

You are always here with me running through my blood …

“Beyond and above”

My late nights, I give them to you my dear,

When everyone falls asleep, you are so near,

Do you know that I don’t have other voices in my head?

You are the only thing that I carry with me in my bed.

Now dreams cover my soul in the labyrinth full of mist,

Like a game with so wanted prize and me waiting to be kissed…

New gates for my runaway now unlocked with no chains,

And just one picture like memorial that always remains.

On the first bridge above the river of silence I stand,

With wide opened eyes and lips with quiet demand…

Whispering a prayer well known just for me,

I’m there because you want me to be.

I did remembered the cold black earth,

I carry the smell since the day of my birth.

Now I keep my eyes on the wide blue sky,

Living in the sand watch as the time passes by...

Waiting is nothing if you can see what’s beyond and above,

Maybe it’s called fortune, maybe it’s called love.

“Waiting”

Here I’m my dear in my red dress barefoot in the center of the room,

Wearing all the shiny stars in my hair and my favorite perfume …

Screaming corners are calling me with thousands shadows to hide,

No! I’m standing here waiting for him filled with passion, filled with pride ….

Familiar touch and two hands around my waist reaching from the dark,

Wet kiss on the back of my neck and a smile for another bite mark …..

Tell me that I’m beautiful from your lips, with your voice it sounds so true,

When I bend down my head, when I close my eyes I do that just for you…

So when you are watching me from the door step while I peacefully wait,

You divide yourself from the other mortals, that’s why you are so great…

Is this another poem that praises the love, I don’t give a damn,

To much has been given away and so little stays for the final exam…

I keep on waiting in the center of my room like a sacred ritual every night,

Waiting for the wind, the rain …. Waiting to do everything right ….

“Chosen one”

Dark streets and filthy corners of my city of dreams,

It’s been a while since the last time I have been here,

Sometimes I take a lonely walk without my puppeteer.

I can hear your laughter like echo crushing on the wall,

I’m ready dressed up in my nakedness with my hear let down,

Waiting for the heavy velvet curtains, red as the blood to fall…   

 I’m your “Chosen one” filled with dignity and pride,

Raised by the wind, learned from the rain in glory of the night,

No one standing in front of me, no one by my side…

You lift me up above the city of my dreams on the throne of life,

But you left the stairs like a monument of fallen tears

To prevent the raised head to forget about the stabbing knife …

The “Chosen one” is my new name hanged on a golden pendent on your neck,

You gave up, I surrendered ...  My Dear there’s no turning back.