Poems and free verse
I was walking around the streets listening to music in my headphones, the songs was very cute, about butteflies. I was wandering, felt so happy, I saw this world like a big pie, but so sweet that you need to… Continue Reading
Come and try a piece of this Ukrainian pie, a hell that started from a candle fire, maybe sprinkle some water on it or better poor the whole glass on it, for in a world with flags and headphones, you… Continue Reading
It’s not your height, your shapes, your eye color, nor the texture of your hair but the sweetness of your lips. It’s in your character, your personality, the way you smile at me, but mostly in the taste your kisses… Continue Reading
Tango is no mambo on two, or frantic frenzy of a salsa night. Tango is no thrill of ecstatic feet, sightly set of figures or deaf show of skills. Tango is the closeness, the embrace, the symphony of two bodies.… Continue Reading
There’s always time for literature, let’s go out today, leave that story for later, when you’re home alone. Literature can always wait, there’s an event today, you can gulp that poem tomorrow on your way to work. Literature will always… Continue Reading
For a proper romantic interview there needs to be haggis for dinner, where our urges are like primates that rush to the rhythm of some blues. The sadness of the water will culminate the night, while we walk accross the… Continue Reading
Inspired by random words picked by David… Would you risk yourself for a beer from a fridge in Malibu? Or are you too hooked to newspaper news while you cushion your absence with postcards? There are no candles nor menus… Continue Reading
I suspect a timely smile from you may add to these verses, as a precise frown may collapse them, I suspect your impassive look may be the tenderest thing I’ll ever see, and it’s vain to praise your features, when… Continue Reading
Empires fall from within, and every single revolution started in someone’s head. But what about the rebellion against myself and the way my dictatorship hinders my freedom. If I depose myself and start anew dictating the rules of the game,… Continue Reading
For a moment, while I read through my thoughts I vacation to the remotest confines of the unexpected, and I need no trekking boots to explore the limits of the impossible, and in the gloomiest place at the gloomiest hour… Continue Reading