Poetry

I know that I will try, I will fall, I will hurt my knees until they bleed. I will rise again, and I will fall again, even deeper than where I started. But I know that one day I will succeed, because there is only one thing I have mastered in my life: each time I fall, I keep rising; each time I sink, I look up at the stars and try to touch them.

Do not judge me by how I look Do not see me as your mirror Do not think you know me, or that you've seen me before I'm a dreamer in denial A Sabbath child Bonny and blithe, good and gay A rudderless ship Adrift on the ocean Lingering over the beauty of the past I am still wearing my red hand-knitted dress I am still decorating our Christmas tree While the TV plays 'The Box of Delights'

I have a memory from my childhood Perhaps I was four or five Or even six I remember looking down at my feet As I sat on a swing Thinking 'Will I remember this moment when I grow up?' It was such a simple thought And yet So momentous My feet never touched the ground My hands became one with the chains of the swing And my body is still swinging How easy it is To freeze time For eons

I was born in a small house that I tried to transform into a palace from my early childhood, but I could never compromise with its size. I never had my own room and I hated sharing it. The lack of personal space would manifest in my visions, leaving me with the bitterness of my unfulfilled ardent desire for one extra room in that small house where I could be alone. At night, I would dream that my bed was raised above my mother's head, hanging from a single nail on the wall. There, I had my own space to dream. For years, this thought of the hanging bed has haunted me. My mind kept coming back to that bed, my dream bed, the most beautiful bed of all; my bed, my space, my sanctuary from the world's cruelty. Whenever I think of the hanging bed, notes of pure cotton and baby powder come to my mind. My purity still sleeps up there, wearing frothy pyjamas, hugged with Lancelot, my dear teddy bear. My purity is not lost, it's just forgotten as it hangs from a single nail over my mother's head.

Away from the mundane everyday life, oppression, misery, and workspace slavery. A journey without destination and without plans. Escape and oblivion. To manage for once in your life to break your chains, get free from your bounds, and for a few minutes, hours, or forever, feel free to enjoy your life the way you have always imagined it.

In my dreams I turn into a seagull I stand bravely on my pale legs And gaze at my silken feathers Then I spread my wings in glory And fly against the gale I drift over the vast ocean And cry out to my kin I can watch the world from above And dip into the water whenever I want I can follow the ships on their long journeys And explore new worlds I can share the sailors' loneliness And sing their sad songs with them But above all I am shared between the sky and the ocean And I disappear as the sun is lost Over the horizon line At sunset

I pray to the magic hidden in the twilight The last rays of the sun slowly fade Giving way to a blue and magenta light Soothing and refreshing Like a soft afternoon rain in the middle of summer It covers everything in a thin layer, like a veil The shadows grow longer The skin grows paler And at last, only white remains This is how the night comes, with everything that hides in it

I love looking at the sky There is so much happening up there, above our thick skulls All this eternal movement we tend to ignore As we keep ourselves busy With the fixations of everyday life But high above us The clouds merge into abstract shapes The sun's rays cast shadows over land and sea Countless shades of blue and magenta battle a soft vanilla sky The mysterious twilight flirts with the majestic blue hour The liberating dawn blazes into sunrise And beneath all this grand and elegant movement we live Rushing about like panicked ants in a disturbed nest

Beyond my powers and my being These three words I keep The ones that move mountains And shatter obstacles Able to bring tears and laughter Spoken so many times But most of them in vain Did you really mean them? No, I didn't Did you believe in them? Yes, I did They've been put in our mouth Long before we were able to speak They were said to us Long before we were able to hear And as we grow older They fade Or they rekindle Like the emerging body of a phoenix Do you really mean them? Yes, I do Do you believe in them? Yes, I do Just these three words, said and meant "I love you" Shouted so loud By every molecule of my body Were able to cross continents Reignite the fire And find you

The nights here are so different, cold and wet With the scent of burned wood The streets reflect the car lights like black mirrors Leaving trails of light as they pass by Like a long exposure photo In the calm of the night The flash of my lighter spreads a dim light around me The cigarette's smoke blends with the aroma of my peppermint tea Giving a festive aspect to this long forgotten ritual It's cold and wet My frozen fingers bring the cigarette to my lips But my heart is warm with the fire of love Winter is here But my heart beats to the rhythm of my summer love

He looked closely at the small gold key she wore around her neck. "What does it mean?" he asked. "I've worn this key for as long as I can remember. You could say the key and I are the same age, and we've shared everything. It has been wherever I've been and seen whatever I've seen. But there is one great difference between us: every day I grow older, while it remains untouched by time. I'm afraid that one day we'll be parted, because it will go on existing when I no longer do."

The light, this Sunday It's so bright and warm The clear blue sky The laughter of the children The warm yellow of the leaves The love that grows in my heart Everything radiates I radiate Light and love I'm alive Alive in the way that life is alive My heart shines With the flare of a thousand suns And beats to the notes Of every cell in my body Like a golden harp I thank every molecule in the air For this moment That will last only a moment Until the next one This is my Thanksgiving