May winter

May winter come
May the white queen visit us
fresh or frozen
we always have roses

✍Quote of the day
"Only in art will the lion lie down with the lamb, and the rose grow without the thorn."
(Martin Amis)


A feather in the wind

Blow me
Hold me
Use me
Dye me

Don't let me fall 
in the dirt again

I'm a feather in the wind
at your will
A wandering quill
going nowhere

✍Quote of the day
“It's not enough to have the feathers. 
You must dare to fly!” 
(Cass van Krah)



Blind, thirsty, burnt, lost,
can feel a cold hand
touching face,
wet mouth kissing lips
- drink, drink, drink -,
sweet breath caressing breast,
tender voice sighing love
- dream, dream, dream -,
fresh inspiring smell,
the tight passionate embrace.
Well, well, well.


Bind, dirty, bent, lust,
the crackling heart,
the trembling legs,
fainting and falling apart,
chilling breeze on spine,
tongue tasting the sand,
that sexy sensation,
the empty brain,
the loosen neck,
the sun inside.
Water, water, water!

And  then,
dune alone,
gone and done,
nude and nil,
the end,
the end,
the end...

I'm a penguin in the desert
looking for your ice.

✍Quote of the day
"What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well."
(Antoine de Saint-Exupery)


The only One to understand

God from heavens,
with His infinite Love,
blesses all the Christmas trees,
shakes hands with Santa Claus,
enjoys every family meal,
plays with children's toys,
shares fun, tears, laughs
likes each cheap or high-priced gift
He knows
-and He is the only One to understand -
 that's the way
most people celebrate His birth...
without Him!

✍Quote of the day
"Christmas is the perfect time to celebrate the love of God and family and to create memories that will last forever. Jesus is God's perfect, indescribable gift. The amazing thing is that not only are we able to receive this gift, but we are able to share it with others on Christmas and every other day of the year."
(Joel Osteen)


On the other shore

On the other shore I saw a someone,
his eyes lost in the infinite blue
as in mystical contemplation.
Lilies floating in my mind.
Smelling eternity.
Life is but a dream
driven by crazy clocks
I want to stop.
Quicker and quicker.
Hands off.
Our fingers kiss
over no ocean.
Time dies
we feel the full emptiness
of our all nothing.
Found and gone.
Gone and found.
Smalt  vanishes.

Night falls on us
like a wounded bird.

✍Quote of the day
“Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.” 
(Sarah Kay)