Better not to talk about certain things

Fools of us
Who love to write
For a Month
Non stop
Til the lights
Of the 30th
Come to die
Fool of me
Swim I will
The waters I never
Dared to try
Those of  death
and of dying
Explore I will
What I feel
What I thought
I am getting
Any younger
Not
Time to talk
To me
About that

Merry Month
To All

I live as I am

My feelings wave and back

Like at dusk a murmur

A wave of life.

A weaving life

Such is what I got

I mesh love and work

Blindly as I fly.

Asudden my boy smiles

Lighting up the night.

(2013 April 4th - Train station)

Cravings

Clouds, rains and colds.

Subtle ways for Spring

To make us crave for Summer

Monday

is it Monday a day,

or the wish of a new begining,

or the bad consequence of a good weekend?

confusion

dead awake

lively asleep

which is which so late?