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Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Waiting for Retirement

We don't have time for a smile
We don't have time for reading
We don't have time for a coffee
We don't have time for kissing

We are waiting for a lottery and waiting
We are waiting for a horoscope and waiting
We are waiting for the gods and waiting
We are waiting for retirement and waiting
But we have time for nothing

Grumbling constantly we are grumbling
Gossiping constantly we are gossiping
Running constantly we are running
Acting constantly we are acting
We have time for it

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Her Strength

Her eyes
clean lakes
don't worry
about wrinkles
they glitter

Her strength
about aging
doesn't care
As feathers
she lifts
heavy bags

Death wanted
to knock
on her door
but was scared
by her courage
by her strength

Monday, 16 February 2015

Very Cheap

Very cheap
I am selling wounds
the painful memories
the past fears
the enemies

Very cheap
I am selling anger
in the huge bags
I am selling neck pain
I am selling the tears
as rich as rivers

If you are fast
you will get the bonus
the rusty pots
the rotten apples

Thursday, 12 February 2015

The Black Gummy Candies

There are those candies
that do not look like candies
They look like car tires
and have the same bad smell
and the same bad taste
They are like lovers
deceitful and deceptive
who really love each other
as the black gummy candies
are really the candies

Monday, 9 February 2015


Everything is wrong
from the center
to the edges
Injustice is
no more spreading
Into every cell
of the society
it entered already

Friday, 6 February 2015

As If It Could

I drink coffee
from the hot cup
as if it could
warm the heart

I turn the music on
as if it could
turn the sorrow off

I hide in the corner
under the roof
from the people
from Earth
from Space
as if it could
remove distress

I turn on the heater
With the wool blanket
I cover my legs
as if anything could
replace your hands

Sunday, 1 February 2015

The Sad Sunny Town

In the sunny town
the light is an illusion
In the human heads
rules the confusion

People are moving
slower than turtles
It seems they lost
one hundred battles

In the sunny town
the gray stone grieves
The child sitting on it
all the time weeps

The child is complaining
to the last diary
Very soon will die
the last library