To the window smasher


Sneaking at night 

afraid to show his face 

just another coward 

undeserving his mother's smiles

attention seeking low life

looking over his shoulder

day and night

covered in microscopic glass

karma is watching

fix yourself 

stand out 

time for a change!
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Tropical dreams


Cruising within worlds
from winter to summer
falling but not dying
admiring leaves and ships
returning to bloom
like flowers
to walk on the tropical beach
finding yellow sponges
swirling water with seaweed
being me within me

Whispers by magnolia tree



To the magnolia tree
you take me
can you hear her heartbeat ?
with poetry of love it speaks
the magnificent flower
surprises me
delicate yet strong it seems
the lines of long petals
draw beauty and simplicity
in the air
it’s good you took me here
I whisper to your ear

Too late or too soon



Butterfly flew away
rewarding my day
with a moment of truth
forgotten whispers of a spring
mixed with the sounds of tires
on the nearby street
appear when they want to
to keep me closer
to seven wonders of the world
to keep me frozen in silence
to let the butterfly sip the nectar
from my flower that blooms
too late or too soon

How much I love my plant
only I know
It surprised me today
just blooming again
unexpectedly
confused or crazy?
its scent is heavenly
fresh and clean
and I miss it already
and it walks after me
in between beige and ivory
blooms of the early evening
the effect of a flower
nor white nor pink
where the butterfly likes to rest

A few words about the plant. It never blooms in April or I really don’t remember. Normally it has a lot of flowers in December so I was standing with my mouth open when I saw the butterfly resting and drinking from it. Two beautiful things at the same time are so special on any day especially on a Wednesday. Its effect is echoing in my head and my heart is so much happier because I saw this beautiful moment because I live for moments like this. Let’s keep going. I am hoping you saw something magical yesterday and today. The butterfly flew away just before I took this photo. That’s what they do ! 

Imagine 



Out of nothing
out of dust and emptiness
colors are brewing
because of the sun
because of the green trees
sounds strike silence
where the birds used to fly
you talk to me from
behind the glass
I imagine every word
because I like to imagine things
because things that I imagined
come to me ….

Chocolate



Empty box of chocolates I have
your entire love I ate
and I am a little bit sweeter
more like raspberry hazelnut and vanilla
I will wake up hungry on Wednesday
still craving

Photoart: greenlifenow 
cupcake: chef Pat