Jagged Dreams

We’re almost there… The roof of the skies has melted in the heat and we’re ready to evaporate. I love you. I hate you. But you are always there to guide me like a star through my rainbow clouds. Jagged rocks, jagged dreams. Smooth kisses.   Play the Rolling Stones and dance with her on…

Fishing Destiny, El

The twirling paths of our loves brought us together. Like seahorses in the colourful sea. Sometimes I think of them and all the If’s. Then I realise it was meant to be – your heart caught mine. And her beauty is like a bridge between lands.

Full moon. Empty hearts. Blood goodbye.    

Rain…bow

Downpour. Dreams and moods flood my heart. I don’t need an umbrella and I let the clouds cover my mind. Drizzle. Grey summer and fresh fumes devour our month. The car stops and I watch them cleaning the streets in the rain. Monsoon. Lusty weather and playful rainbows stop the cycle of life. She has…

My Binman, the Duke of Cambridge

Trashing moments, stacking dreams. Rotting bodies, singing souls. You’re my royal binman, I’m your lady cockroach. Our job is to recycle pain and spread love.          

My summer city

I’m walking, walking a toy dog for her, the silencing is talking to me, and we are arguing about my summer dreams of you. The streets are empty, the capital is like a mermaid which people replaced with the foam of the sea, and I feed her seaweed of the past. I feel my city:…

Singing Pots

Pies and mittens. The songs in our kitchen make us giggle loud. Herbs and spices. The aroma of our cupboards elevate our senses up high. Handwritten recipes and ancient secrets. The colours of the oven kiss the melting summer ice. Beer and pens. The mess is a muse, just like her yummy smile and… your…