Acid blood

A pale blurred echo
Of your joy hits me
Evidence repeating
Of a distant heart

I focus on the sound
And I strip the meaning
As if your blessing
Was not a curse to me

Blade stuck in my flesh
Rusting trough my blood
Shall I struggle to feel
Glad for your smile

Its edges are melting
Liquefied by time
Be glad for you one day
I promise I might.

A dream of silver

Silver coins
Drop in my hat
As I beg and sing
Of lovers unknown

Silver coins
Shine on the floor
An easy gathering
Just steal and run

Silver coins
A treat of sweat
A pass for the gates
Of a personal hell

Silver coins
To buy a new smile
Shining white sheet
For a dusty soul.

Homeless

Brown eyes hidden
By unkempt hair
And the dust and the dirt
Of my sleepless nights

Out of your window
Through the warm light
I make out your shadow
While you move around

I could wait forever
For another smile
I could wait forever
But it won’t be tonight

I sit back down
And I bow my head
Hand timidly open
For change or rain.

No way…

“I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it’s come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.”

(Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye – Leonard Cohen)

Fools

I wanted to share with you one of my favorites quotes, hoping that I properly translated it…

“Fools dare anything. It’s the very way to pick them out, indeed…”

(“Les cons, ├ža ose tout. C’est m├¬me ├á ├ža qu’on les reconnait…” – Michel Audiard)

Days like this

I dried my tears, swallowed my pills, left my family, moved in a new house, changed my car, erased the pictures, closed the accounts, forgot the phone numbers, threw away the CDs, had one-night stands…
I really changed everything, but nothing has really changed. I just feel like a veteran of a war that I didn’t choose to fight, living with scars, bad memories and alcohol. What’s wrong with my heart?

The promise of a tree

I have been growing
In a fullness of absence
Each branch a challenge
And each leave a hope

Many winters behind
And a harder bark
I keep hearts and letters
Carved by lovers hands

I can be your shelter
When clouds break their promise
And I’ll be your shade
When your sun is too bright

And if you forget me
I’ll turn into pieces
And one day I’ll be fire
Warming your heart.

The ghost song

Your mind is silent
Way more than usual
Strange feeling of peace
Tastes like wine and smoke

You keep the slow beat
A foot on the coffee table
The day has been hard
Eyes heavy like lead

A bitter laughter
To some casual obscenity
Head resting back
On your right hand

It’s better like this
Rewind, repeat
It’s better like this
As if you could chose.

100!

I started blogging in January and this is more than I dared to expect.

Thanks so much to you all, you lovely poetic crazy souls.
HC

P.S. I am keen to remind you that’s not my fault if some of you have started using antidepressants┬á(or increased whisky doses – yes, YOU!) during the last four months. Coincidences do exist.