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Postal

small hours from London live on in my mind


blood moving clouds


hurry trying to avoid the rain
draw thousand ghosts

veiled under an umbrella frames lost
in a subway station

small hours from London

kept secret smiles like a gift in exchange for a hug and endless waiting


a clock that stopped at five


forever

Shakespeare Scene Ideas

triptych (1)
die I want to rest but not
ride the
wounded animal intuition and find a haven at the end

(2)
light dazzles
sometimes blinds us, but other times vulnerable
appears dim at the end of the road
and tells us where we go

(3)
if only you had asked me how I feel
you would have noticed that the bottom of my soul
is a mirror that reflects only your face

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when

when you get sick of everything around you
when all the latches are removed when
the names of all the days you are not familiar
when light strikes you as a two-edged sword
when you can not see beyond your nose
when a bottle of rum is the gateway to paradise when insomnia
lie next to you and fall asleep before your
when you scream and you can even hear
when indifference is a delicacy and
receive as a gift when you forget the last kiss you gave
when you remember just meaningless words when no one asks
permission and taken in front
not hear you sing your heart beat
when only she can come to your rescue