January 17, 2022 § Leave a comment
With closed eyes the world
disappears inside us,
time shrinks and hides
behind the soft skin of our eyelids.
Eleven years, twenty years ago,
forty, the day we were born;
we’ve learned the trick from the very start.
A membraned border, our fine veil
between seeing and looking,
or a wall out of stone
when pain is involved.
Just before we fall asleep,
just before we cry,
just before we give in to madness.
January 8, 2022 § Leave a comment
No snow to report here yet
though the sky is willing
and our hearts wait for it
in deep winter.
For a while a white softness
would rub out the dirt of the streets,
the remains of this year’s
And then, soon after,
we’d be thirsty for colour again,
our mind would shovel away
the heavy burden
from green bushes and red cars,
we’d long for the blue sea,
the moonlight in a warm night
when the cicadas cannot sleep.
But to make it all worth it,
first the snow must come.
December 27, 2021 § Leave a comment
We danced because there was no music
We wished what we could never have
We drank though others were thirsty
Despite it all, we opened that door
December 7, 2021 § Leave a comment
The winter rolls over the land
like a cold carpet.
It’s soothing that seasons
haven’t forgotten their job yet.
As the days get shorter
we shrink a bit more in them too:
less steps, less words, less thoughts.
Only desires are still growing.
How to forget those bonfires
we’ve lit ourselves behind us?
The dancing shadows we watch
December 3, 2021 § Leave a comment
Not to interrupt the darkness
we breathed slowly, exhaling
almost invisible smoke.
We had rolled cigarettes
with cold hands, shared fire.
Nothing happened for a while.
Then the stars started falling,
each one like a different voice,
leaving their choir behind,
escaping with a strophe of a song.
Cosmic dust burning up fast.
November 26, 2021 § Leave a comment
We took the endless road,
no signs, no map, not a single soul.
The winter around us
grinding his teeth to the unlucky ones,
the ones with no caravan.
November 19, 2021 § Leave a comment
Soft-kissed and warm-turned,
the skin touched the fresh pillow.
The last bit of the cream applied,
the golden box thrown into the bin.
But not before one more deep breath
is taken from the now empty space
of vanity and youth obsession.
The queen lies now in bed
and wears red inside.
Her life is blue, her house is yellow,
her teeth are black, her weather cold,
her kingdom ancient, her hands weak.
But her face smells of roses,
of bergamot and citrus.
She closes her eyes and counts
her children, like others count sheep,
to fall asleep or die in their sleep.
November 13, 2021 § Leave a comment
Tell them that the winter is here.
If they want to visit,
they must wear their thick skin,
forget about the virtues of the sea,
and wait until the fog clears
for the surprised birds to sing.
Tell them we are here.
November 9, 2021 § Leave a comment
With a group of friends
we’ve talked many times about
Mine had been just a few:
a bird that wasn’t there,
words that grew on the top of trees
or places that blurred into each other.
But the other day, there she was,
my friend from thirty years ago.
She hadn’t changed and walked
under my window with the same grace,
the same wild blond hair,
and that smile, full of future pleasures.
I hadn’t known how much I’ve missed her.
I hadn’t known how much I remembered of her.
As she walked away, back into the past,
I realised that the time has come
for everyone to reappear
and tell a story.
September 11, 2021 § Leave a comment
“Twenty years ago the world changed.” Of course one could oppose that statement by saying the world has been changing every single day ever since its beginning, which is certainly the historical truth, but humanity as a whole witnessing a horrific and significant impact, in real time, realising the change, in real time, entering a collective psychological new era, in real time, was unprecedented till 11th September 2001.
On that day we all knew, in real time, that our youth’s dream of a peaceful, free and tolerant world was moving, in best case, away into the far-away future, and in worst case, would become a memory of the past.
Our collective fears came out to be true: terrorism in our cities and airports, wars on, or of, terror in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, hundreds of thousands refugees blocked or drowned at our borders, abandoned people who were promised a better future from this or that self-righteous power.
Where is our common altar to pray on a day like this? Who is our common god for healing? Maybe the only thing that can save us now is to look at and examine our bodies: “This is our hand, this is our leg, these are our eyes.” We must start from the nill of our common humanity. Not in a sentimental way, but in the way when you get lost and look for a point of recognition in the landscape, a mountain, a lake or a river where you can start walking from.
And that walking will be long.
Photo: Findings from the sanctuary of Asklepios in Ancient Corinth.
From the ongoing film photography project Endless archives of light.