light as light

in the rush of the city,
the uncertainty, the sorrow, the pain,
there is a haven peculiar and pretty
that shines a light on us
beautiful, insane

the walls, so high, they gather the light
during the day
it radiates through the surfaces,
and when the sun sets down
it warms the night

and the minds flow
when music feeds the souls
and passes streneous thoughts
turning them into red triangles
sparkling and bright
and light as light

Under the Cover of the Snow

Under the cover of the snow

there is a place you don’t know,

yet.

Cause it’s too soon, you say,

too soon.

The crescent moon

rests on the sky,

the snow blanket is heavy and high.

And so I stamp through the trebly snow,

I stamp through the trebly snow.

The sun sets behind the arctic hill.

Snowy trees in colours of rose and blue fill

me.

They embrace my soul,

my blue blue soul.

And soon it’s all blue,

the sky, the ground and the song,

that I found

from my mind,

while you’re pretending to be blind,

pretending to be blind.

The blissy, icy air

tingles my cheeks

and pricks my skin while it speaks

in a language of warmth and pain,

a language of warmth and pain.

Under the cover of your snow,

there is a place that I’d like you to show

to me.

Not only in a dream,

not only in a dream.

So let me dig into that trebly snow,

let me embrace your deepest fears

and dry all your tears

with my blue blue song,

my blue blue song.

Let’s sing together in the light of the sun and the moon,

Our songs of rose and blue.

It is not too soon,

It is not too soon.

Let me find my peace,

my faith

under the cover of your snow,

the cover of your snow.

the trip

On the trip with you
The sharp rain hits us, heavily
Heavenly, we walk side by side
Then we miss the train

"You are like the wind", I say
with a lack full of pain
in my soul
and the little bird dancing and singing 

inside of my body.

We catch another one,
enter the wagon, sit down next to each other, 

wet, exhausted and silently
Your blowing wind is sweet and soft

But it's hard to be there, following the streem, never knowing where it will take us. 

Or will it just lift our heads up to the clouds,

never letting the feet rise up, joining our thoughts in this flight of happiness and joy?

The train stops. It's time to part.
"Let's meet in the dreams,

on the top of the mountain", you say,

"from there we can watch the sun 

rising behind the deep blue sea, covering us in light".

Small fishes in shoals

The bus rolls down the highway road.

Small fishes in shoals

travelling through my belly, my chest, my throat.

Your ruthless sun burns my skin.

It pierces through the pale glass

of the window, while the wheels just spin

and my mind tries to run

further away

from your bright bright sun.

But I can't. I just can't.

And I try.

And I fight the light.

But I can't pass

the way the fields, the trees and the clouds

do pass me.

I saw you

standing on the corridor.

You pushed me away, little fool,

with your gaze.

And so I walked out of the door.

And I entered another space.

Another presence.

With all of you essence

sparkling, shining inside of me.

Making the small fishes do their dance

in my belly, my chest, my throat.

And it hurts.

It hurts so much.

And it warms my soul.

And everything else just keeps on passing

in this lifetime role.

I just go

Limping through the park
The waterfall flows wistfully
a straight line of cars continues the movement
at the end of its stream

It’s getting dark in the park
Distantly,
like small light balls
the cars they beam

I watch this transition from above
Something inside of me, a gleam,
and the sense of shove,
makes me want to scream
But I stay silent and continue my limping through the park

Limping down the stony hill
Two frogs, they jump in front of me
Suddenly
one of them jumps into the bush

You’re a coward, I think
Still
and to myself
I continue down the hill
with a feeling of the need for a push
that draws me faster to the ground

Then another sound
in my head
makes me ask myself if you just don’t care
So should I take care of you?
But I’d rather be blue
than preventing you from breathing
freely
And I limp all the way down this stony hill

Tree branches over my head, like snakes
embracing my mind
fizzling in the wind
You laughed with your mouth
and your boyish eyes
that gained for the rosebud, the beautiful summer child from the south

But I’m the last flower of fall
The drizzling rain melts into my skin
I melt into him
softly
I sigh for your cowardice
My wrinkled skin disperses into the ground
I let it all melt with no despise

Heavy steps take me to a crossroad
Which path should I choose?
The oaktrees drop their acorns in an enormous speed
It’s hard to follow
I just go

Red Stripes on the Floor

I slide, I turn

I jump and fall

Shift my weight from foot to foot

To my hands

Lean my back against the Wall

I slide, I turn

I slip in front of her

Blood circles

And sticks like glue

On my black pants

I slide and turn

Wounds on my skin

I follow her commands

A wave catches my body

My body, the shore
The nail polish of my toes leaves red stripes on the floor

She looks at me

Sterness in her eyes

The movement ripes my jeans

Later I see her in my dreams

I slide, I turn

And jump again

A crack

My knees they snap

I fall and shiver of pain

She slides, she turns

And turns away

The red stripes on the floor

They stay

It’s her favourite colour

My heart is bled with dolour

Liberty!

take me and let me be bewitched

by your whirling beauty

let me vibrate in your impassioned pulse

and hover on the edge of

heaven and hell

Liberty!

cut of the borders

bring me to a world without divisions

a place where day and night are one

a molten mass

flowing into the flesh under my skin

and out again —