Jealousy

I can stay

Without a woman

Without a reason

With no peace in my heart

With no lover, after all

But my jealousy

No one can take it from me

Clock

I don’t like to see the clock

I don’t like when it comes to the end

I know she will keep the door locked

And say I am not more than a friend

Sunset

I don’t like the sunrise

so colorless, and lifeless likewise

Like a being born pure

As if it were insecure

I like

The sunset – Thunderous vigorous strong sturdy

Even after it disappears

Carries all its existence

Resisting to accept the end

Till the end

Translator

What is lost in translation

Is not only the rhymes

I always have the sensation

That I committed a crime

Tired

My love life is a mess

All work and no fun

Everything is more or less

There’s nothing that can be done

Number two

I couldn’t sleep yesternight

There were some wicked words

Threatening my sanity

At the moment

Can’t say that I have ever slept

Fear I have that some images

Will come off my mind

And become reality

I thank the Lord

I am awake

I do fear the menace

My unconscious brings