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.

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.

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!

Presence

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 ....

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.

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?

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,
inviting.

In your arms,
where it's safe,
I build my home.
Here is the key and a dubble.
Fingers that are strangled,
willingly,
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.

Confused?

Remembering things that have to come
Living the days ahead
Writing with an empty pen
Falling while laying down
Kissing a frame without a picture
Kicking on lost dreams
Deleting a blank page
Starting with the end
Being aware I'm unaware
Blowing out a candle that's not burning
Injecting blood in my cocaine
Feeling the pain, then making the cut.
Printing before writing the poëm
Falling awake, sleeping while walking
Crying before sadness
Saying goodbye before meeting you
Opening the door before the knock

Put your life in the wright order,
sentence by sentence, not word by word!

Emotions in motion

Did you ever search for that perfect melody,
that song that takes over your body and soul?
Did you ever think that you found yourself in the keys of a symphonie?
You try to read the lines but your tears prevent you of listening
and that's all you want.
To listen and understand.

I played piano on the kitchen table
picturing myself at the keyboard of Chopin or Rachmaninov.
A 44 year old child but happy and moved in that moment.
Like David Helfgott I would like to shine.
He did in his world and out.
Playing Rach n°3 till you drop.

I can only try to write what I feel
and be happy with whatever talent was given to me.
Be happy with every tear that drops because I moved someone inside.
Happy with, what seems to be in my mind, a nice poem.
Happy with a letter from my heart send into the world.
Moved by every little compliment.

Did you ever try to write a perfect poem?
Those all explaining sentences that would solve all the mysteries of the world.
That hate the pain but love the nostalgy.
That prefere to cry and lose dreams running along your cheeks.
I tried, I'm still trying. I guess I always will.
Hope you find love in every word.