I saw a man in white, 
he looked quite a sight.
He was not old, 
but he stood in the cold. 
And when he felt the sun, 
he started to run. 
Who could he be? 
Please answer me. 

She'll make you feel
that you are weak and nothing better
than an empty shell
less the song
of the sea and sand.

You must understand her
Story. She's bitter as a witch
under the curse of her very own
mother who
finally disowned her as she keeps
herself intact
tight and compact
in the world that she created
with Sappho and the rest of the
girls in Lesbos.

Do not dare love her.
She cannot love you in return.

She makes poetry like a spinning
wheel. Threads into silk.
It is beautiful indeed it is.
But there is no place for you there
and if you come nearer
she'd spit on you.

Keep the thrill. Make your own
pottery.
Your poety to her is pottery.
Do not laugh at yourself. As i see it
in the name of Love you are doing
much better.

It is.And that is a fact.
The only way to love her and yourself
is to move on.
Find Another.

Forge this unrequited Love.
Love has many faces of Janus.
Do not worry.
There is a face suited for you
and do not be shocked.
It looks like you too. 

we are getting
older
and we have changed
a lot

at the store we
are not buying anything
at all

the house is full
and there is no place
for another 
furniture

the grasses have 
grown tall and the flowers
are choking
but who cares to weed 
what is evil now? 

it is like we're at
the pre-departure area
leaving for russia

or any place where we
have never been before
we like to feel this
excitement and leave
all the sadness behind

we have changed we cannot
distinguish anymore 
which is which.... 

others may have
come seeking pleasure
others merely
for the unleashing
of a burden
for so many reasons
there will be more
arrivals
and there will be
no more
leavings
no goodbyes
this is the place to
stay
and die....