Saturday, October 18, 2025

No more wonderful

The evening sky holds its azure face long enough 

For even passersby in a hurry to stop

And throw a glance before night turns it into 

The dark shade meant for the melancholic 

Behind the tree the moon is more sensed than seen, 

Not many still look out for it when it arrives 

Leisurely like a beloved who knows one is worth 

Waiting for and will not be stood up

The little one in the next balcony is learning 

His first words and trying to name wonders 

No more wonders for us like the bird or the tree.





Thursday, October 2, 2025

Two rainbows

You cannot go back 

To the dream that woke you up 

When iwas meant to wake you up 

The sky is adust like someone 

Woken up mid-sleep 

How would it be to be able

To wipe it clean make it blue again?

What if there were two rainbows
Forming like yesterday and vanishing 
Before many could see it and wonder?
The clouds are moving taking the rain
Elsewhere giving the day back to the sun
In the dream you were running late and not
finding transport to your distant workplace
and when you managed to reach it there
was some blinking robot in your place.