29.10.20

The longest winter day...

Now is the longest winter day

the seasons have all fallen asleep

the two little sparrows,

the two little birds,


one died in my arms and nothing 

I could have done to make it fly again...

and the other try keep going 

I know no fate but nothing 

I could have done to make it fly again...


Shoulders that were once 

strong and resilient

cannot bear the broken soul

and weep slowly, drop by drop...










World... upside down... 

without rules, without direction


World... upside down

winter does not put animals to sleep

but fly and seek refuge...


What about blue, red and yellow? 

It seems all black and white

and even if I had colors, 

I never find sheets to paint on


What about dreams?

Is there a place in the world 

where you can still stay calm and talk to the moon?

Maybe it's closer than I think...

It's a place inside each of us?!?

A magical fortress...

A radiant self...

"Trust your self" heard long time...


Over there... where you can still see those two sparrows flying in the sky, 

Over there... where the joy does not lose light...

Over there... where you can feel again the spring wind...