the ladder

four concrete walls
you can stand in each corner
and appreciate the angles
and the light
and the shadows
one might find it extraordinary
and be content

however
there is a ladder
not sure if one can reach the ladder
by themselves
the first step
sits quite high from the ground
not sure what’s there on the top
not even sure if everyone sees the ladder
but when you see it
it might be hard to stay satisfied
within the walls

who made this ceiling?

who made this ceiling?
were they forced to make it?
or did they enjoy making it?
how long did it take to finish it?
is it finished?
is this part of it or the whole thing?
why did they make it?
how did they create all those tiny carved details?
are the colors natural?
is it real wood?
were there specific tools used?
what is the use for this ceiling?
what is it really called?
is there another one like it?

i let time build

i let time build
it’s castle
i let the castle
stand in front of time
colors will fade
doors will crack
pieces will fall
from the castle

now time still passes
but it has become
the shining piece
on what remains
of the castle
in the dark

this is not it

just a few hours
and the world changes
she said
what people dress like
what people talk like
how they react
just the image of the world
you know
the possibilities..
and then he said
yes, and that's why
when you start thinking
that maybe this is it
you should remember
that this is not it..

fragile

from where i sit tonight
the angles are just right
the colors are unreal
the pieces have fallen
in mysterious places

"i have never
felt so fragile
in my life".

so much closer

as we walk home
i feel warm
holding your arm
and i know that
i see better
when i want
to see better

i see possibility
in the dark
holding your hand
i understand
that we have grown
so much closer

and the memory
of tonight
will shine a clearing light
on a dark path
on a dark night
that i will walk home
by myself.

new tints of the old shades

bringing back
parts of
the childhood me
and blending it
with our new family

pieces
here and there
reminding me of
how it used to be

like a past
that is happening again
now
the new colors
mixing with the old
and creating
a soothing
familiar
and fresh
feeling

new chapter

as the new chapter begins
we will learn to sing
with the birds
and rain
with them
on top of the cranes
everyday
meet..dance..sing
and fly away
leaving wild shapes in the sky..
"it's almost biblical".

sweet world of dreams

for the warmth
for the color
for the reality
for the escape
for the illusion

for the creation
for the music
for the string
that ties everything together

for the fate
that leads us back
to the lake
with the people
from the train

sweet world of dreams

for a memory
for a thought
for a name
for the realization

sweet world of dreams

walking inside
a fiction novel
blue and yellow buildings
for the memories
and the worries

sweet world of dreams

drift from the worldly

when the sun
begins to leave my room
my thoughts begin to
...drift
from the worldly
you can join me

when the candle
starts burning tears
no worries are welcome
from the earthly
you can join me

i greet each and every night
with a full glass
on an empty balcony
away from the worldly
you can join me

with what you can spare
of thoughts
or words
or wonders
or notes
aside from the worldly
you can join me

a brand new coloring book

don't tell me
that the sky
is the same color
everywhere
i know there's more colors
i know there is more
than i can see
i know there is more
than i can say
more than i can experience
and more than i can know
i know there's more
i see more colors
on the side of the streets
i see more colors
in my coloring book
i know there's more
so i will mix more
and i will let the colors
runintoeachother
and i will even buy
a brand new coloring book..

daydreaming

daydreaming..

on a boat
on a river
that runs through old streets
with old colorful doors
flowers hanging from the windows
the sun burning our cheeks..

on a train
by the window
through green grass
and green fields
as far as
the eye can see
small cottages
with sheep and goat and cows
and deers
around us..

on bikes
on a curvy thin dirt road
towards the top of a green hill
full glasses
cheese
and bread..

daydreaming..

no specific land

belong
to no specific land..
feel at home
in a new corner
you could have been born
in another time
in another place
in another family
or no family
remember..
we created the lines
we defined the borders
we all cling to what we think is ours
and we fight and we kill and we destroy
over what we think is ours

no keys
no walls
no passports
no borders
no suitcases
no visas
no registration confirmations
no certificates
no signatures
no oaths
no flags

belong
to the journey
that will take you
on top of the roofs
and on top of the mountains
and you will see
that we all speak the same
and we all feel the same
and live the same
and die the same..
if only we belonged
to no specific family
or last name
or neighborhood
or group
if only we belonged
to no specific land..

inspiration

i see pieces
that when brought together
will make a new..

i see orange cranes
moving away and towards me

i see a long empty balcony
bathing in sunlight

i see a corner
empty..
with a light
with a light and a rug
with a light and a rug and a small black table
with a light and a rug and a small black table and yellow and red pillows
with a light and a rug and a small black table and yellow and red pillows and speakers..

i see space
i see change
i see construction
i see inspiration

at your own pace

at your own pace..
build your new space
one step at a time
walk close to the line
and maybe around
and maybe above
above your own ground
one step at a time
one smile at a rhyme
drop way out of line
grow in your own space
there will be no race
at your own pace..

a look ahead

a look ahead..

i will trust
my decisions
too many choices
confuse sometimes

i will learn
to appreciate
and enjoy
those seconds
when i enter
a new perspective

i will learn
to remember..

new spirals

new spirals
are in the air
with new shapes
and florescent colors
i can hold on to one
for now
i can hold on to a few
i can hold on to what i knew
or i think i knew
i can hold on to a few
before they change shape
and escape
my mind
before they change color
before they misunderstand
before they spiral around
before they create a net
before they rock their own set
before they join
and take off
and smash together
and create a chaotic mess
a beautiful misunderstood hallucinogenic mess

i will unfold some thoughts

i will unfold some thoughts
at night
and untwist them
free them from the dashed lines
and the long words
and their meanings
uncurl them from the papers
and push them out of the calendar
and free them from the hands of the clock

i will let them feel
the still air
the fresh still air
at night

music will let them
feel again
music will free them
and let them imagine
and let them roll
down any path
that they wish

music
will replace their color
will let them remember
will let them feel again

i let my head fall
and turn
and rise
with the notes
and their weights
and i try to enter
their world

i miss the sunset
i do
but the sunset tonight
was almost as beautiful
makes me wonder..

drink from this lake

drink from this lake
and all your wishes will come true

drink from this lake
and your world will become new

drink from this lake
and your sorrow disappears

drink from this lake
and relive your favorite years

drink from this lake
you have only tonight

drink from this lake
and regain your sight

drink from this lake
but don't let anyone know

drink from this lake..


hey!! where did you go?

your words soothe me (a reflection on John Frusciante's thoughts)

breathe in
breathe out
let the notes take shape
realize
that things appear to your eyes
different from what
they might actually be

it won't be a real song
if there is no high and low

everything circles
everything fades
and everything returns

your words soothe me..

my skin will crack
your thoughts will fade
but our memory will grow back..

so how do we perceive?
why do we stand behind the bars
of our own thoughts?
why do we let ourselves believe
that we are separate
from our own force
from time
and from nature?

your thoughts soothe me..

you give me the energy
to move beyond the wall
even if i have to crawl
my way to the sidewalk

..the sun shines
even when you think it's dark
even when you see it's dark
even when you believe it's dark..