Friday, September 12, 2014

Touched by you

Your skin touched mine when you passed me in the much to narrow kitchen that we have
and that was precisely where it needed to be.
A little feverish maybe but known to me.
And I know the smell of your touch.
It's ingraved in mine like an invisable tattou.
And when I'm lonely, sad or afraid
all I have to do is to close my eyes and take in the scent you left for me
all over my body.

Your hair touched my face when you turned in bed last night
and it brought beautiful dreams to me.
Of passed days, certainly but of a sparkling futur too, for you and me.
And we live them bravely and to the fullest.
So if you pass me and I try to touch or smell your hair
it's because I need a dream to come true.

Your smile touched me eyes. Every single one did and now my irises are projecting them in my brain.
A remedy for pain.
A reason not to go insaine.
A walk down memory lane.
Smile and save me
Cry and I will save you.

Thursday, September 11, 2014


When you look at me, who do you see?
They say I don't really exist,
I don't resist.
There's no phoenix in me,
just a long lasting burning candle
that finally will stop burning
really at the end of the rope.

When you touch me, what do you feel?
They tell me I'm cold,
I need to melt before I'm old.
Let some feelings go and evaporate
to be able to feel again and create.

When you talk to me, what do you hear?
They state I'm repetitive,
limited in speech and thoughts.
A mediocre poet, a want to be wannabe
an empty dictionary.

So would you want to be me?
A man who's yelling for years to let him out!
Still a boy crying because of scary dreams in the night.
A human who needs to be held thight.
Still a child afraid of a fight
A father who doesn't do everything wright.
Still a person in search of the light.

God, my sweet Lord,
if my name is still written in the palm of your hand
if I'm not a lost soul,
guide me to a place where I can see,
to a top, a sky, an eternity.
Fill me up with all that is You
and then tell who I am, honestly and true.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Look away

I found your voice in the silence of your words.
Unspoken and so obvious.
Saying nothing sometimes tells us too much,
more than a kiss, a caress, a touch.
I didn't look at you when you were talking
and I saw you again,
better than the minute before,
when I was looking in your eyes.
Reality is hard to live up to
and living is really hard
but if you talk to me, silently..
and I look away...
it's only to really see you.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

60 roses in a minute

I give you a rose for every second that I miss you,
a rose for every second I'm alone.

60 roses in a minute
to let you know where you belong.

Whispers for Valentine

Whispers fall down from the trees
my eyes follow them everywhere they go.
Gold and blood, like your nails in my back
walking against the flow.

The whispers yell when they hit the ground
my ears follow them everywhere they go.
Soft and sweet, like your skin against mine
immaculate in the glow.

Your whispers are in my hands now
my eyes follow them so they don't fall.
Through every letter and every word
I feel the love grow.

I keep your whispers in my heart
my blood follows them everywhere they go.
Fast and slow, from head to toe,
your whispers are the only ones I want to know.

On one knee (for my Valentine)

Imagine we are the stars in a movie or a play.
We read the script and know every line we have to say.

The sandy beach is the scenary
A blue sky and the sea complete the fantasy.

We wait for the first take to begin.

We wave back at the palms and walk towards the waterline.
The shells applaud us, the sand stick to our feet because they want to come on our journey.

A messenger of God awaits us to make us a life lasting union.
Two times the same littlle word changes our destiny.
Man and wife for life.

Imagine we are there.

You know what you will see?

Me, on one knee, asking you, will you marry me?

Te Iubesc.

Monday, July 1, 2013

Missing you

I miss your words and voice
I miss your wisdom, I have no choice.

I miss your shelter and your care
your personality and your flair.

I miss your harbor where I'm save
I miss your heart where I'm brave.

I miss your body in my bed
I miss the things that you said

I miss your eyes, the brown and the white
I miss your smell  when you hold me thight

I miss the curve of your nose
the freckles, every single one of those

I miss the taste of your lips
the warmth and tenderness
I miss every kiss
I want them all
I don't want anything less

I miss your smile and your laugh
I miss you bathing in my bath

I miss your hands, a little wet
I miss your cuddles and your pets

I miss your hands in my hair
I miss your hands everywhere

I miss, yes, I really do
I miss you!

Saturday, June 1, 2013


I listened to the silence  and still heared your voice.
The wisper and the yell, the song and the prayer.
Echoing in my soul's soul,
pounding in my brain's brain.
The words, one by one, repeating the frases.
Messenger bring me the news and let me fall asleep.
Messenger bring me the news and let me die happy.
And when I rise and see you from a high
I will understand that there is no silence.
There is just a flow of love carrying your presence,
in heaven or on earth.
In my dreams you still hold my hand.
You are forever.
Love  you, mom.

So .....

So did you see me?
I was sitting on a stone
in the middle of a dessert called love.
Sunburned and thirsty for more.

So did you find me?
I was laying under the leaves of fall
in a puddle of mud called sorrow.
Dirty and eager to rise.

So did you search for me?
I was the one with the black shirt
in the black crowd,
next to the black men.
Unknown and praying to stay so.

So you walked on by.
So you smiled at someone else.
So what ....

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Sparkling Black

A piece of paper,
a broken pen,
a black and white picture,
a empty bottle of perfume
and in a box my thoughts,
sparkling black.

A burned candle,
a match,
a cold cup of coffee,
an empty vase
and in a box my soul,
sparkling black.

Used shoes,
an old plastic bag,
a letter,
a poëm,
and in a box my heart,
sparkling black.

In a house,
in a room,
in a cupbord,
in a drawer,
in a box,
sparkling black.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Back in time

I will come to meet you
to learn your songs.
I will run to you,
read you books.
I will walk with you,
hear what you're thinking.
I will love you, always,
be the hurt within your pain.
I'll be the black of your shadow,
the silverlining if you want.
I lost my pain in your eyes
and found back the vaine of life.
Hands touching, nose rubbing,
lips bearly touching, breathing.
Remember how tomorrow will be?

Monday, February 11, 2013

Where it's safe

Walking thru the corridors of your heart,
where it's safe,
I meet memories.
It feels strange to see a part of me again.
The fatal first look,
over your shoulder,

In your arms,
where it's safe,
I build my home.
Here is the key and a dubble.
Fingers that are strangled,
never let go.

Let me take your tears,
your smile and all you want to share.
Let me be your now and then
and take you to my heart
and live, love and leave all sorrows behind.
Then we will find where it's safe, together.