I invite you to get to know my world of rhymes, fears and desires in the form of poems that are pieces of my being, which is always changing. Enjoy every moment. I hope it's enjoyable.
I want
Blue sky,
hot floor.
Many people
selling fresh stuff.
I want a strong hug
and a soft kiss,
before the tooth lights up.
That infinite blue sky, with the sun overflowing with energy. Energy that turns the ground into a kind of frying pan. Summer is something beautiful, but it also punishes those who don't choose the time and place to expose themselves to the sun.
As in every need there is an opportunity, the sellers of fresh and sugary delights warm up to refresh others and of course, receiving their sustenance, as we all need it.
And for an anticlimactic finale, I bring silence….
Yes, I know, summer rhymes so much with silence as an all-night party consuming warm milk with cookies.
But I wanted to talk about a gesture without embellishments, a hug and a kiss without loud laughter, and of course, I'm not saying that they make the gesture fake.
I just appreciate the simple.
And these two worlds can coexist, each at its own time.
Bowl
We all have our weaknesses. And there are times when our weakness gets a strength that overcomes our willpower. But it feels like there's something beyond that keeps us fighting, I'm not sure what to call it.
Our protection is essential, like a long coat in the middle of a storm. But we have to be careful that this protection does not consume us, and pollute our essence.
Sorry, I'm always here saying, watch out for this and that, but it's something I always tell myself, so it's reflected in my speech.
Stay safe.
Good journey.
Fear
Today we live in a society of goals. Where everything seems like an endless race to have everything everyone else already got a thousand years ago. And we have to run after these trophies every single second and every second these trophies turn to ashes and are blown away by the wind, which looks more like a nervous coach with a whistle in his mouth, destroying our ears.
So the fear of being left behind haunts us at every step.
Like the fear of pleasures that ends up hurting us somehow. It's so good during, but so bad afterwards. And that reminds me of that delicious itch until it becomes a sore.
A wound we have to heal.
There are moments when fear is so much that it consumes us.
I think we've all been there.
A fear that haunts me is the fear of judging and then a mirror showing me the same flaws. Maybe then my index finger will sleep a little. And I can see myself in the world and the world in me, and try to be better, so that the world in me is better.