Dust or Dandruff?

Everything’s in dust. The storm keeps bringing sand, while old pictures create more memories (I might be back). It’s hot – my feelings are boiling in the heat (now it’s better, let the rest just be). Sweat and hope, pain and expectations, the thunders break them all in sticky love (he’s so great). Dust covers…

Family

The twins in me are confused. The air has blown away my extreme flexibility and abstract logic. Volatile Gemini! What does it mean to have a family? Is it your parents, is it your husband or is it your children? Anyway… Good or bad, families are to be respected and relatives are loved in a…

Heat

Just like the Northern lights, the Sky woke up in colors. The Lightning was playing on the clouds without a hint of its friend, the Thunder, who was snoring quietly somewhere. The Wind had no shame, opened the window of our bedroom and hid inside, after which the Rain poured it’s passion on the Earth….

Summer, Magic, Heat

Summer! Finally it has arrived. Solstice called, this day may bring some joy. Collecting herbs and running naked, the magic of the world above sprinkles flowers on us below. The day is long, the sun’s been captured smile, and everyone is so fine. Laughter, motorbikes, life gets hotter, that’s alright. But there’s some pain in…

I love these summer storms. Lightening. A flashback, me and father looking behind the water wall, spitting cherries at the stars. Thunders. A memory of me being on a plane, staring at the clouds that looked like disco balls pushed by some turbulence. Rain. A deep breath of the evening rain. Passionate, aggressive, hot, scary,…