Paff puff I smoke you like a cigarette Paff puff And then again paff puff I am addicted to you.

coined by night with closing of eyes shadows fall with a hush of silence and weightless gravity incognito of the dark fading to indigo bleeding into the sheets of the quiet abyss dissolving into nocturnal dreams the dreams of yesterday, today and tomorrow. chewing eternity in the mouth. felt always bitter and sweet oh so sweet. Collaboration with Atticus Abey

As time slips away falling a pocketful of sand in gravity between my fingers of thumb and memory lost in temporary like a clockwork ticking measured in hours among the stones leaving only dust and schizophrenia with ghosts in my Lenovo as time slips away falling listening to the Rorschach echo, “Jack be nimble, Jack be quick” It is the echo of city, be like that, be like this. As I drift slowly on the narrow streets. The...

The albatross ‘victor’ Gets up in the morning And does wing-exercising; Rain is not stopping him this morning; He has done it repeatedly, On rainy and sunny days; He flaps his big wings against the strong winds, Hops in the air And falls back on the ground; Flaps his big white wings another time And hops back to the ground; The albatross has a clear set goal in his head; He aims at learning to fly; One day he knows, he wi...

The woman; I wanted to see her on a costume; Wearing clothes That were made for the chief of astronauts; Clothes that reminded you There is no time, Time is running out; You ought to put all that strength And concentration on your will And fulfill it; Make it done;

On the list of memories; All kept as files on my head; Today the drawer opened And I got reminded of you; And …Of course … I got reminded of that taste … In my mouth, …When I tried to taste you. .. I got reminded of How it turned out, You were oranges and apricots, But of course made of plastic;

Oh to see your cute dimples pretty face and sweet voice Another time.

I see the corner of the room You are not there Instead there is a hollow The same old song Loneliness.

You look at me But see through me I guess my clock is ticking.

I ran out of writings Back in my shell Counting the seconds When I will hear her nocturnal voice again.

I love being by myself Away from the expectations of the world Just me and the silence of the room.

… I wanted to tranform into a leaf, And observe, How that handsome eagle Interacted with his eaglets or with his mate; The positions they stayed in their still moments, How they greeted; Did they look each other in the eye?; How they interacted with each other If they had been separated for a long time; And then I wanted to be transformed into a ghost And sit in a room And observe humans; A family, A solitary, A couple; T...

She was oranges, Apricots And strawberries;

In this sad And cruel And lonely reality, A gloomy day. When you look yourself in the mirror these days, Tell me: What do you see?

Oh music! Like falling on a silk bed And feel it caress And cuddle your face.