#280 My body

A shell
left beside
along with my weight.

As if I wasn’t there.
My body


#278 Say it

If you have something to say,
say it!

A word has a meaning
and a meaning has a word.

#276 I write

He works and cannot rest.
He builds, he creates
a future.

And I
sleep and rest.
I write.

#275 Opus 1.0

Neglected but not forgotten.

Ink stain on a paper.

#274 A real man

A real man
doesn’t need a a woman
to show he’s a real man.

And yet
a real man
is not afraid
of being a father.

#271 A politician

Has no name, only a seriously smiling face.

A politician
speaks but cannot act,
thinks without a clue
and changes with every morning breeze.

#270 My man 1.0

I was missing you.
Before I met you.

#269 Time 4.0

Counting years as passing days

– while seasons won’t change –

#267 Soon

He’s going to be here
with nothing left but bare skin.

– And while in this freezing summer
an August day ends –
I wait.

Soon. He will be here

#266 Rain

Rain pouring down,
water flowing and covering
what was left of a memory
aiming to sink into the past.