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…

My…

My land. Ancient. Secret. Fine. Like Thracian art. My heart. Flying high. Listening to the bells of her divine glory. Dreaming of health. Like a tower in the skies. Our life. Hectic. Colourful. Lost in time. Like a remix of religions. My love. Clean. Running. Consuming green. Like a Bambi from the past. My dreams….

Rain

Grey summer. We have it all but our happiness seems so far – like the sun in these rainy days. Heavy drizzle. Families should be warm nests but guilt brings sharp hail. Transparent rainbows. Love is all around but you can’t see me through the veil of clouds. Rain, keep falling and drown these depressive…

Paper Anniversary

Paper… Rock, scissors, paper. We break hearts, we cut boundaries, we cover wounds. Paper… Fragile pages. You’re still a book I don’t understand, and due to misunderstanding, I often burn your pages. Paper… Paper albums. Countries, projects, and the Little Ball of Love. Why don’t you look at these papyrus memories instead of your imaginary…

Flower

Love like a flower. My petals need your smile to shine upon us like a star. I need to feel warm and alive. My sun that makes me beautiful and complete. My leaves need your care to wash my worries like the morning rain. Sometimes your drops crush my confidence, sometimes they make me feel…