Sorrow

I believe in feelings we are

too small to know, and too small to guess,

and in the soul, which has blue and yellow colors.

Sometimes I believe we have more

chances to use, and more lives to experience,

and that our sleep is similar to death.

I believe that stars shine for us and

the moon has influence over crazy people.

I believe in imagination more powerful than

cold, heat, discomfort, depression and sadness.

I don’t believe I’m a genius,

I don’t believe you will change the world,

because there are too many people to fix.

I believe in destruction and damage,

and that bad people will be multiplying

to the end of the world which, I believe

will never end.

I believe in silence.

I don’t believe in coffee, but

I do believe in music

in the morning, and hot evenings

with my girlfriend. I believe in

smiles, roses, kisses, hugs,

holding hands and poems.

I believe in love for ever.

Do you?

Ode to Heike

They said you’re a little crazy

with your skin almost

as white as a wall,

black hair which reminds

everyone of scary ravens,

and your dark clothes and

bags under your eyes.

They said they don’t like you.

And then, I knew

I had to meet you.

So I did.

I was watching your moves,

and almost praying to your eyes.

Kissing your pale cheeks,

and playing with your hair

longer than mine.

I fell in love with

your sarcastic tone,

which everyone hates

because you’re just honest,

and with your black

sense of humor,

which no one could

ever understand but me.

I was crying all three hours

in a bus when I’d left you,

and screaming loudly even

when about ten pairs of eyes

were staring at me.

I didn’t care, I just loved you

and the whole world

could see me crying

and biting my pillow!

All I wanted, was to see

your white face powder

spilled on the sink again.