Time. It could have been a heartbeat ago When they last looked up at the same moon. But time can also be counted with tides or cries Daily sunsets or the blinks of their eyes. Sometimes can be never and someday could be soon. Time stopped when the prince came back from his journey BackContinue reading “Reunited”

A land of trivial stories

From “The colour of wheatfields: Phase II (untitled)” Through a dirty window I see a blurred city Each light and shadow Tells a trivial story. And I, wearing a brown sweater Stains in my shower From when I washed the dirt of my old life, I contemplate outside that window Almost ignoring the reflection OfContinue reading “A land of trivial stories”