Senses

The labyrinths

Keep whispers

Inaudible

To adults

The cemeteries

Have mysteries

Only visible

To deafs

The distance blinds me

Ties me, takes my voice away

I want to be close

To my senses

Decision

I made up my mind:

I’m gonna always be myself

As soon as I decide

Who I want to be

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