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20 days

Through slices of springtime

I can find your smile

I’m crying with the rain

And this drop is your tear

And the sky is grey

Just black and white

(obviously, my Muse is on vacation

Far away, where the sun is up)

And I’m all alone

With Radio Paradise

The one I was listening to from my paradise

And you were listening to from your paradise

My paradise was incomplete – you were the missing piece

While I was the missing piece from your incomplete paradise.

But we completed each other deep down, in our souls,

But you took mine and went away

And I’m here… counting the crumbs you left behind

And I disappear among the slices of spring

And there’s nothing there

Maybe some grey

And Eric Clapton




Four years ago
you told me you loved me
and it felt like taking a spoonful 
of the sweetness of your heart.

Three years ago
I didn’t know you existed anymore
and all the knives felt
blunt and mundane.

Two years ago
we exchanged teaspoon
amounts of oblivion,
indifference and singularity.

Last year
we got lost on an isle of prongs:
millions of forks
impaling whatever we might have felt
for each other.

Two days ago
we gave up cutlery:
barehanded, we nibbled
from the other one’s lips
and ear lobes
and… it was delicious!

Stone and sand

The Whole is a circle

A stone

Shapeless and strong

And capable of crying

And each tear

breaks it

piece by piece

turns it into sand

scattered by the wind

that never knew

there was a stone to begin with.


My heart is a dark, moist cave,

and there’s a woman there;

tall, dark-haired and

covered in blood.

She’s not talking

but her eyes are telling

the never-ending story

of my not giving

myself permission

to be a woman.


My womb is a Desert:

hot and dry and windy,

and there’s a woman there;

tall, light-headed

and losing herself in the dust.

She’s not talking either,

or maybe she is

but there’s so much noise

and light and oblivion –

I can’t hear her.


I visited them shortly

the night I was told

to be a mermaid

but I turned into a shark

the two women

would happily give permission

to eat them.



I tasted your upper lip.

And no one ever told me

bitter cherries could recite

love poems

so graciously.


The lower lip

would not stop narrating

cheesy chansonnettes.

So I told it a riddle

and I kiss it minutiously.


As for your tongue…


That is a too complicated story –

Something like

Schrödinger’s cat:

maybe there’s love there,

maybe there isn’t.




When suddenly there’s no Sun

And your eyes disappear like the Cheshire cat

I feel like a mermaid –

And no, not the one everyone knows about.

This mermaid remembers the embrace of men

As clearly as the snow on the Kilimanjaro some bearded man

Wrote about sometime before I knew your eyes.


And why a mermaid would write poems

Is as rhetorical as why the Cheshire cat

Would play chess with Hemingway!



I lit a timid candle

Just to see your eyes.

I knew they shone stronger than my thoughts,

my dreams,

my everyday resurrection.


I smoked a cherry cigarette

just to remember your sweet lips

on my butterfly shoulder,

on my always questioning eyes,

on my ever doubting mouth.


I sipped the last drop of solitude

It tasted bitter and addictive

Like a butterfly that lost its left wing

Just to hope the right one will hold you… soon.



“… after years of sitting he decided to walk again

and look for his wings

That is when he started to fly

wingless with heart.” (Bahareh Amidi)


And my White Angel from far away had said to me

‘Home is where your heart is’

She had said.

And I checked behind the sternum

And It wasn’t there!

And I don’t know where

I left it

on a corner of a bedside table

near a bed we made love in


I really don’t know where my heart is

I am confident it knows the way

back home to me

Like a bored tomcat

Following a crescent.


I miss you.

I miss the mole on your right thigh

I called Perfection

for it spoke to me in that indelible language of ‘I know you’!

I miss you.

I miss the continent of your left knee

which sang to me

the mermaid song of ‘I will never forget you’!

‘I miss you’,

wispers ceaselessly my right ventricle

like a constant whistle

redefining  your silhouette on my sheets…


I miss the smell of fresh rain

Which would blue your eyes and soften your lips.

I miss the words you used to whisper

And would pour into my ears like crazy drops of rain which forgot how to fly.

I miss the silence in between the smiles

Which would light up the days and turn nights into a riddle for the Hatter.

I miss being Alice

When chasing white rabbits was like a brunch with soft roses turning into music.

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