goodbye

true tears
surprising death
noisy crowd
an empty place
she keeps looking for her feelings
without reaching them
at last, they come closer

weird all punks

not husband
not fiance
not boyfriend
not partner
not even friend

not marriage
not couple
not relationship
not lovers
maybe acquaintance?

not hope
not fantasy
not compromise
not ilusion
not a single confidence

not pretentions
just temptations...a few redemptions...
in any kind of sense

tiny poem

rainy saturday morning
beautiful
winter colours all around
leaves moving slowly
the wind seems to be disappeared
perpetual rhythming drops falling
nevertheless
the silent landscape sounds deeply