You were there

When Eve bit the apple

and the sweet apple juice trickled

down her neck

like a melted necklace,

you were there.

When the Tower of Babel

was risen,

there was no tower at all that rose

towards the sky

but our insincere words

and you know that

because you were there.

When Jon Snow

was stabbed to death

by the watchmen

you knew that he was not

really dead

because you have Targaryen blood

and fire

runs through your veins.

When Christopher Columbus

discovered the New World

and stepped with his right foot

on virgin territory

he wore one of your sandals

because you were there.

When I was born

and after a while eventually died

all this time

you were there

like a sunny piano under my skin

playing your favourite tune.

The wedding

Fuck the bride

said the groom

have no pride

and then bloom

said the spoon

while bouncing

the baloon.

The wedding

will be over soon

said the groom

and if we hurry up

we would be on the other

side of the moon

by noon.

There was no moon that night

There was no moon that night

but the stars were falling

like flies and we rode our bikes

through dry lands and through

time until we reached

the bank of the river where

fish were jumping

with their open mouths

catching flies and mosquitoes

and falling stars.

There was no moon that night

but after a while she took off

her backpack

opened it and handed me

a bottle of white wine

and two crystal glasses wrapped

in paper and boy

was I surprised: this girl

thought about everything!

There was no moon that night

but nonetheless I enthusiastically

asked her if the next thing

she would do was to propose me

under the falling stars

but she suddenly threw me

a straight face and told me

not to get any ideas

because we are joking partners

that’s all we are!

There was no moon that night

but I tried to kiss her

while she distracted me

by tapping my shoulder and

pointing at the sky:

Look! You are missing all

the falling stars!

There was no moon that night

but the landscape was nonetheless

romantic and despite the perfect

alignment of stars there was

noone to conquer.

Silent listen

A song

which I shall never sing

has fallen asleep on

my lips

and I felt like the Earth

when the shadow

covers

the wet grass.

The perfect poem

has an infinitely small

vocabulary

which in the end

is reduced

to these two words:

SILENT

&

LISTEN

both spelled with

the same

letters.

The songless bird

From all the turtles in the world

I chose to love a songless bird

From all the pebbles in the sky

I chose The catcher in the rye

From all the buzzing honey bees

I chose a chocolate cake with cheese

From all the priests and holy faces

I chose a pair of shoes with laces

From all the disciples of Zen

I chose Catwoman & Batman

From all the mountains in Nepal

I chose to smoke some red Pall Mall

From all the famous Jedi Knights

I chose to read Wuthering Heights

From all the roads made of red bricks

I chose a detour in Twin Peaks

From all the heroes in Egypt

I chose to die in my own script

From all the sea horses and fish

I chose an Apollonian dish

From all the common bucket lists

I chose the woman with no fists

From all the flowers in the field

I chose the house that Jack once built

From all the mornings in September

I chose the one not to remember

From all the hells and purgatories

I chose a bag of rusty worries

From all the nasty cuts and stings

I chose to hide under your wings

From all the books of poetry

I chose Serghei & Dimitri

From all the horses, mules and sheep

I chose to haunt your beauty sleep