Behind the screen

And life is only what you live
Behind a hand-made screen;
Each day’s a gift, which you receive
Or let it pass unseen.

All miracles you call a fake,
Because they’ve passed you by,
Are still so real; and they can make
You never wonder why

Behind the screen’s another sun,
While you can have the light.
Let freedom in and be the one
To find the way to height!

(2006)

Afraid of what?

People on earth
put on divers every day
as suits,
coming and going down the streets.
Afraid of the air,
afraid of being
themselves…

And when one dares to breathe,
the world becomes
alive,
beyond the fear,
beyond the glass,
the shame,
the knowledge that to breathe’s
a crime…

(2006)

Silence

I know no words, i’m beyond them;
silence will never end.
I break sounds like glass breaks in awkward hands
and the sounds fall down on earth.
If time stops for a second, i will show
that the glass has a heart, like the heart of the music
and that silence
is the key to play one’s heart, as melodies love being listened to.
No-one knows what it is like,
to grow old above silence
and to contemplate the absence of all needing to be absent
long time ago...

(2006)

Open the door

Open the door and we’ll never see you.
Open the door to that side.
Who wants to hold you, who wants to keep you, who wants to lose the only key?
Who holds your smile, who holds your whisper, your eyes’ kindness, your words, your mind?
Who wants to catch you and never let you, who wants to stand and never run?
Who wants to reach you, who wants to stop you and turn it upside down?
Are they all wrong? You don’t know the answer, you have your door, you have your key.
But each time you’re coming home, it’s not to them and it has no meaning.
You open the door to that side.
Once we were thoughtless, but now we stand by a closed door;
wishing to know why, though knowing
that it’s all
and forever
and gone.

(2006)

To ***

All i know is: i saw the light.
It was pure and deep, like the sun.
Shining as a miracle, it emptied
a heart in grief, which locked inside darkness
as a withered leaf.

We are not alone.

When it’s shining,
we’re saved by the light.
Which loves all and everything,
all as one,
like we have been told, but have never done,
falling and afraid of standing,
as if we were blind and hopeless
never seeing
the light
in the dark.

(2006)