This World and I

I won't adapt to it

I won't start to love it

I will die

I won't love it

This world

It won't adapt to me

It won't start to love me

It will die

It won't love me

This world

Worried Visitor

A green visitor

sitting on the stone

On his worried cheeks

the huge water drops

He is full of fear

because he saw a human

killing his Earth

with a poisonous kiss

To Escape

We pack our bags

We try to escape

While the wheels glide

we intend to forget

If only as hands

belly and legs

the soul could

easily escape

If it could escape

to the distant place

where terrible memories

never disturb happiness

Magical Ponds

Magical are those ponds

but no one goes there

only the children

Only those who know

to see gold in one

grain of soil

The adults tread on their tracks

They refuse to look around

to see the magic of the world

The adults don't know that those

magical ponds are so close

right behind that bush