My garden of roses

Six seconds ago

I saw your smile

I forgot the neck pain

and the noisy places

I forgot the traffic jam

and the gloomy faces

I forgot how insane

is racing of the masses

I adore your smile

cleaner of my lungs

my garden of roses

my peaceful oasis

The role in a tragedy

Everyone has

their role

in a tragedy

Good people giving

what they have

to help

The thieves doing

what they can

to steal

The politicians wearing

their best lies

to impress

So, keep calm

Keep calm

the boxing bag

so that I

can keep hitting

Keep calm

the money safe

so that I

can keep robbing

Keep calm

the orange peel

so that I

can keep squeezing

Keep calm the prey

between my teeth

so that I

can keep killing

So, keep calm

so that we

people with no heart

can split you apart

The junk

We live in the time

when things are people

and people are junk

Few million times

I was called the junk

for not being the machine

for not knowing to act

Strawberries with cream

Your words are

non-swimmer in the river

pieces of paper in the storm

cubes of ice in the stove

I am childish, but still

I am not so foolish

If your actions nothing show

your declaration of love

is the broken arrow

Be my umbrella in the rain

my lifeguard at the lake

Be my jacket in the snow

in the summer my shadow

That you love me I will know

when with actions you show

you are strawberries with cream

not the cheap, bitter drink

The master's fingers

The master's fingers ran

He didn't see us

He didn't see anyone

He melted with his guitar

He and his guitar were one

As a stem and petals

As a book and words

As a face and wrinkles

His notes beat exactly

As knocked his heart

As ran our blood

As our feet clapped

We will build a monument

To him and to his guitar

In a desert if needed

Because his flamenco

Our souls heated

Sprint

He sprinted
without looking
in any direction
but right ahead
When he finally came
he realized
he wasn’t even late