I am flying to the sun and I am wondering about the cold life I leave behind. - Are we damned to always run in this never ending wheel? - Why, the nights I like to drink the most, are the empty ones? Why, the most depressing mornings are the ones coming from yesterday's parties … Continue reading Miracles.
A day like this We met once To play the game of life Together - like a dance. Our weekend dreams Observing the clouds A Stormy Sunday Filled us with doubts. Typing again To relieve the pain Afraid to tell you To dance in the rain. Soaking wet My whole life Thunders and storms Became … Continue reading Sunday’s Poems.
They don't know. They don’t feel. - They don’t hallucinate. - They have their own truth. - But you don't judge. You don't criticize. You understand them. I am asking only, if you have ever told them your own truth? - Your truth pure as snow. - Can you remember their eyes of fear when … Continue reading Mt. Abraxas