Saturday, June 13, 2015


Let the sun invade your secret dusty caves
Pave the way
Trust the sunbeam’s confident travels

Let the wind blow your mind’s thirst
Get inspired, act 
Change costume to the mummy of your routine

Let the flower inflame your stiff senses
Seize the second
Its petals will be older after your next blinking

Let people disturb your golden peaceful aura 
Share your space and time
A breath next to you is warmer than your skin’s blanket  

Let the rain wash your flesh 
and clean the dirt

Be open

One drop is enough sometimes
not more 

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


Ride your white horse far away
You champion
No obstacle will be ever in front of you

Set sails and let the winds guide you
You skipper
New lands are there for you now to discover

Write new scripts of what you see that we don't
You writer
And I will be there one day to read them all 

Fly high and reach the sky limits
You traveler
This world was probably too small for you

Little time, strong memories
Our amazing secret moments are now eternal..

Goodbye my friend
Goodbye my lover
You will always be there in my heart 
À bientôt

Monday, March 2, 2015


You are born.
You are raised with comfort, values.
You make dreams; you pursue them all, every day.
You spend years investing in yourself, you need to repay.
You work hard, you struggle for success, to reach higher, to thrive.
You write a story you are proud of, and you keep sharing it with everyone.

And then one day, you see an old man walking alone.
You approach.
He asks you to say three things you have done well in your life.
Your major achievements, your life deliverables.
You reply easily: career, travels, friends.
He remains silence.
You rephrase anxiously: friends, career, travels.
He looks at you calmly without responding.
Then, he asks you to think the three things you feel ashamed of, or pity.
He is not waiting for an answer, he leaves quietly.
You are thankful you do not have to answer.  
You close your eyes.
You know.
Your flaws still remain well hidden. 
You feel safe. 
None knows.
You walk away. 
It's just you again.
You and your three achievements. 
You hear a buzz behind. 
Three shadows follow you.
It’s your secret world. 
Your real tale.

Why you left”? I asked.

You prove who you are 
by your weaknesses,  
for which you would never speak; 
they would destroy your tale”, 
replied the old man.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


New lands knit a golden lace
Old hands reshape an iced face

Old foam rinsed by a found ego
New poem written by a lost echo

New voices singing familiar hymns
Old choices lost in a Bible of hints

Old worlds die out of dry flips
New words whispered by wet lips

New start invites dreams and charm
Old heart smiles now strong and calm

Start by welcoming the new.
But finish by thanking the old. 

Just three letters, before and after. 
Old & new

Between them, three letters again 

Saturday, November 8, 2014


I have no idea what is going to happen next,
I said.

The unexpected is the magic,
You replied. 

Make big steps, go away and look back only when you arrive,
He insisted.

Then close your eyes and remember only those that were still there when you left,
She added.

“True” is a rare word and if combined with another is your power,
We admitted.

Make the hunting of this word your own game,
You advised. 

Then the second word will approach,
They confessed.

How will I know what is "true"? 
When the lonely "e" in the word will be replaced by the double "st".  


The double has always more power.


Sunday, October 12, 2014


Somewhere between the vanity and happiness lies the incompatibility, someone said.
Thus, an invisible quiet and slow soul-beggar ignited stealthily the story of my lost sound.

Pleasure, Passion, Petulance and Pain, all P's went pissed one day and attacked me while sleeping.
Exposed to the thunder I licked the caustic drops; helpless, I weakly assembled all damaged pieces.

Clean and lean, brain-feeded by routine, slowly I forgot and pursued soft and silky ways of Lethe.
The heart-leaking stopped and I selected names to fit the faces of people inside bursting to get out.

Since then, daily, my eyes take pictures blinking, digesting in iris the unspoken words of mouth.
Ι do not expect anything, I confessed one night, just a hand in mine in our small walk of illusions.

Leave me alone in my noise, I begged; Dance with me in my silence, you commanded.
Count to ten and I’ll be there, you said; Countdown and I’ ll be away, I never replied.

All the way to the sick and dirty path of ignorance, I sucked regrets and spit them out, all.
Guided by mind’s obsessions and body’s darkest desires, I quit and became an observer.

Of people that come from the future smiling, with beautiful white roses in hands or under the skin.
Of promises spoken by respectful mouths; with severity and warmth, chasing hesitation away.  

Of surly people that come from the past, impudent, careless; ready to smash up things & lives.
And then retreated back, empty and cold-blooded, into their delusive ambitions and vast carelessness.

Of myself, approaching new lands, leaving behind shoddy rapists; promising to venture further out.
Listening to the music, ignoring the misleading ado; speaking loudly humble words of nothingness.  

I have no illusions, I have spent them all on my travels; my eternal damaged clock shows zero time.
My only luggage, a smile; a lonely curved face-line that always prevails strong when nobody knows.

A blend in my pocket hides; Mistakes and wisdom cover the brittle skin of my future and happiness.
Craving traces of change, my only constant reality; flirting humbly with the risk of the unexpected.

It's beyond my control; come close to my neck and whisper, bet, fight, prove, dare to win or die.
Do not settle, I pray; If I respond, leave; If I stay still, break the cold mold and come in, explore.   

Speak. Shout. Scream. Sing. Hope your words find their way, lost in the labyrinth of a deaf ear.
My hearing, a sublimated gold; and though the sound flies no more, a whistle will always be my reminder.

In the world of senses, thunder approached.
All senses found a way to escape. 

The sight asked the eye-lids to blink and shut.
The touch covered its skin with the veil of immobility. 
The smell invited breath and they fled together to hostile lungs. 
The taste made love to the wet tongue locked in their dark room.  
The hearing stayed alone and asked for help.
None responded. 

Helpless and scared, the exposed ear heard the thunder.
A strong pop slapped its nude boldness.

Deafness tied the ears with a strike and dominated. 
The ear surrendered to the power of incompetence.

Lived with the curse and blessing of silence since then.
But in grace. 
It was the only one who admired the lightning in the dark sky. 
And the only one who will stay naked next time. 
Daring to listen to the thunder coming.

Sunday, May 11, 2014


On my way to reach the end of love's marathon, I sing
Observing the future running faster than the past, I think

Hungry for a love that will flourish and last, You dream
Frightened by encounters that imprison, You scream

Solving problems that twist my heart,  You coach
Charmed by my daring life and ideas, You approach

Terrified by sounds that have no tomorrow, I lock
Trying to welcome presents that time offers, I knock

Amused by success that ties your wrists, You fight
Holding a cigar and lost in a smoke of memories, You light

Guided by a compass that lead me to directions you admire, I sail
Trying to erase a smile that is yours since you met me, You fail

Gifted with the power to transform frames into ladders, I live
Realizing the preciousness of seconds versus eternity, I forgive

Reborn in a place where miracles happen, I become your teacher
Embracing the past as a wise old friend, I give birth to my future

Rational mind, deep emotions, mature choices, true love and luck
From this point on, I decide, there is no turning back.

In wrong places there is always the right moment.

To find something you were missing.
Something that you ignored its existance and value.

Lonely there, it was waiting to be found.
Some call it a "happy accident".
I call it a "sad happiness".
Sad for the time lost without it.
Happiness for the unexpected gift.
This moment is called "serendipity".

[*serendipity: one of the rare English words
that can not be translated into other languages]

Wednesday, April 23, 2014


Units and symbols.
Quantities and values.
Empowered counting elements.

Numbers that change.
Numbers that dance and alter lives.
Numbers that kill each other to survive.
Numbers that multiply, divide, add and substract.

At first, it was one that soon became two;
one left. another approached, only to become two again.
Two became three for a while and then four
and time was busy choosing its fatal operation.

A violent split, an evil's lethal spit
sent all four to east and west, and north and south;
the lightest escaped to the sky
the heavier dropped on the ground.

Drunk inputs struggling for a result.
One and two, four and three.
All four were slaughtered and left a ruin. 
Two formed a bond; Two hydrogens ready to embrace an oxygen.

Believe in the power of the plus (+). 
Curse the weakness of the minus (-). 
Pursue the potential of the times (x).
Avoid the snakiness of the obelus (/).

Thursday, April 10, 2014


Stay naked.
Look at your flesh.

Stay still and refuse to hear the clock ticking.
Admire your beauty that will be older the next second. 

Forget to admit that time is watching you.
Pretend you wear nothing but your smile.

Hear the stories your pores whisper.
Recall the touch of love inside that built all that you are.

Hug mistakes that lied and stayed handicapped.
Believe in the lost flavor of a kiss that has no voice.

Pray for the moments that reached the end and died.
Smile for the secrets that noone will ever know.

Try your limits under sunshine and grow up.
Find peace in small and little, forget the big, try for the bigger. 

Surrender to the dark, hide, pause.
Spend time alone so as to appreciate company that makes time freeze.

Capture each drop of your nature's juices.
Repeat each day, many times, the sound of your laugh.

Thank the night that visit you as a precious guest.
Welcome the day that softly open your eyes.

Explore the new, remember the missing, forget the absent.
Appreciate the power of the past, use it in the future.

Study weaknesses, transform, be thankful for teachings.
Ask, receive advice, listen, stay open, learn.
Share with beloved and connect, age seek familiar hearts.
Let time flirt with grey but give birth to a colourful blend.

Love deep and honor those few that know what trust means.
Define the rules, play hard, stay faithful to yourself first.

Do betray your fears and walk through flames stronger.
Do surrender to your passions, then learn to tame them.

Get sick when love ends, mourn, grace the years.
Say goodbye to the lost, remember and forget.

Respect your heartbeat's echo, life is short.
Breath slowly, think fast, act wise, ask boldly.

And never reply, unless you are certain.

If I could, what would I change?
If I couldn't, what would I miss?

Sunday, February 2, 2014


Can't you really see this?
Can't you realize it?
I see your hands. 
I can clearly see your legs.
Your body is all out.
What is only missing is your head.
Do you really believe noone can see you?
It is a bit funny.
And scary.
What are you really doing?
Is this a kind of game?
A new exercise?
A joke?
Or just a shelter?
You can not speak either?
I see...
You are trapped.
Or just hiding.
You think this tiny box is enough for you?
Do you really believe it?
So, why you try to fit in?
Is it really so hard to see?
You are all exposed and unprotected.

So you are finally out.
You will soon realize the open potential. 
Look at this bigger box.
An excellent fit.
You will feel safe in there.
You will grow.
You will expand.
So what are you looking at?
Move in.

Still there?
You walk away?
Where are you going?
Where is the box?
By the way, you have a perfect smile.

Diminishing needs.
Minimizing glories.
Pushing hard passion.
Pausing laughs.
Stopping impetus.
Squeezing nature's juices.
Quitting desires.
Just to fit in. 

A small box.  
Exhausting and tiresome jail. 
A fail. 
A bigger box. Unstable.
An enourmous gap.

You hold softly the box in your hands.
Small, big, doesn't matter. 

It is your choice.
You embrace it.
You breath slowly.
You feel calm and secure.
You now smile and flourish.
You are now exposed.
You now feel the air.
You now really love.
You now really live.

With your choices.  

With the box.
Out-of-the box.

Thursday, January 30, 2014


[Words from the past]

So, let me introduce myself.
I'm Afrodite.

Do I know you?
Have we ever met before?

Who can tell.
People change.

I am sure I know your face.
The tone of your voice is familiar. 

I could say the same.
It is strange.

Indeed. Do you live close?
Maybe I have seen you around.

I live in another city.
I came here for a few days.

Me too.
I am leaving tomorrow.

I enjoyed our talk.
Even though I still don't know your name.

Now you have a reason to meet me again.

How do you know this will happen?
You seem so sure.

I see it in your eyes.
You asked for it.

Someone would say you can read my mind.
If it is so, why do you leave?

It is not the right time.
Neither for you, nor for me.

I have to go.
Nice to meet you.

Take care of yourself.
Till next time.

See you soon.

[Words from the future]
Do I know you?
Have we ever met before?

If not now, when?
When the right time starts?
Yesterday, now, tomorrow?
How long does it last?
You just know there is a reason.
You exist all over him. 
He lives within you. 
You both carry your story. 
The one that ended there. 
The one that lasted years.
Or just minutes. 
The one that took a second to find. 
Or a life to realize.
The one that will come one day.
When the coincidence decides.
When it is the right time. 

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Old lady

I went out for a walk last night.
I saw a shadow far away.
It was an old lady sitting alone on a bench.
She was staring at the unknown, surrounded by the fog.
A time-travelling creature that stopped for a minute to have a rest.
She was absorbed by a memory from the past or a scene from the future.
She seemed enchanted by her vague vision.
She was so unique and classy.
An aristocratic, fragile and sensitive figure.
Her shape so gentle, delicate and potent.
Her glance so strong and deep.
Her posture so imperious and confident.
She had the security of her old age.
The calm of the knowledge that no fear can destroy her peace.
The certaintly that nothing and no one can disturb her calmness.
Like she had lived the worst and she had nothing to expect but the best.
Her wisdom was depicted in her wrinkled face.
I was attracted by her mystical serenity.
She saw me staring at her from distance.
She invited me silently to join her loneliness.
It was like she knew me forever.
She looked at me and I was impressed by her gentle face.
I suddenly felt humble and respect for the unknown story she was hiding.
I could see that she had lived a life full of passion and experiences.
I felt like I wanted to steal something from her elegance.
She closed her eyes to feel the wind and then she took a deep breath smiling. 
I looked at her amazed by her quite presence.
She was trembling trying to say something.
She knew I was now sitting next to her.
She made a slow move to touch my hand.
I felt her old soft skinny hand on mine. 
Suddenly a wave of heat crossed my body.
All feelings, scenes, memories of the past year were right in front of me. 
A strong stimulus stung my heart and soul and then disappeared.
I felt an instant horror but then calm and peaceful.
The old lady opened her eyes and looked at me.
I know you think I’m old, she said, but I am not.
Look at me.
I am as young as an unborn baby.
I am the new year.
It is all that you have learned this year that make me old.
And you have learned a lot.
This year taught you more that you imagine.
Use the wisdom of the past to make your future bright.
But remember.
Wise people forgive.
Intelligent people remember.
People like you love with passion.
You have this blessing. 
Never lose it. 
She stood up gently and kissed my head affectionately.
I saw her walking slowly till she disappeared in the dark.
I was thinking of her words all night.
Next day something urged me to go back to the same place.
A little girl was sitting on the bench looking at me.
She had the same bright and beautiful eyes with the old lady.
Happy New Year, she wished smiling at me cordially.
I smiled back, staring at her as she was running away.
She followed exactly the opposite direction of the old lady last night.
I knew these two were related in a way, but will never meet. 
I captured the two figures in my mind.
I felt blessed I met them both.
I embraced their words and wishes.
I felt confident I was on the right way.  
And it's been some time since then. 
And I keep returning to the same place again and again.
I never saw them again.
But I can always feel their presence.
I am sure I will meet them again in a year.

Years come and leave.
The old die and are reborn.
The new replace the missing.
Some walk slowly, others run.
And nothing stays the same. 

When time counts numbers, 
life grows old and becomes wiser.
She touches you with her skinny hands to give advices sometimes. 
But always remains a carefree little girl in heart.

Sunday, December 15, 2013


Dear father, 

I remember you always smiling at me; a kind of strong paternal figure, always full of love and comprehension. You always had your way of making things happen. You used to say “Life is too short for spending it being angry, especially if someone has a perfect smile like you!”. And then in a magical way, instantly, I couldn’t remember why I was angry anymore. I was automatically smiling back at you.

You taught me everything; to live with passion, to be explorer, investigator of all that life can bring. You insisted that education is a life-long learning procedure. You kept saying that we have to read books, expand our mind, find ways to express ourselves, through art, hobbies, sports, music and dance. You asked me to live my life in close contact with nature, to be romantic and appreciate a dawn, a sunset and a starry night, to be sensitive but also brave.

You insisted I have to be a fighter, never fear anything and anyone. You taught me to be a kind and loving person, to honor my friends and companions. To love deeply, with all my heart; but also to claim directly and with honesty what I deserve. Never to awaken someone's love with no intention of loving back. Never to give promises that I can not keep. You called it cruelty and the worst kind of dishonor. You showed me the value of respecting myself first. Never to neglect and forget my own needs, at all levels, spiritually, emotionally, physically, for being satisfied and pleased is the only way to live in happiness and make others also happy.

You taught me to commit, to devote, to understand other's emotions, to give time, but also to put my own limits and never let anyone overcome them. You showed me what compassion and patience means;  you explained to me the meaning of ethics and virtues. You insisted never to forget to enjoy every day of my life, and you asked me always to remember this: “Your mind is like a dog. You must learn how to practice control and dominate over it. At first it is a difficult task, but then, believe me, mind always obeys”. 

You insisted that I must always be proud of myself and my actions; You tought me to be sincere to my wishes, to never give up and always try to become better. To be a good listener and speak with a constant and loud voice; to be rational, to consider and filter all aspects before I make a conclusion and to support my opinion with logical arguments. To be simple and humble. You insisted that the inner world counts the most. “You should learn to impresss with your personality, appearance counts only for the first 5 minutes”, you used to say. 

You taught me to be a fair person; to be generous with my feelings and to express clearly my emotions; You considered expression of true feelings and open communication as a basic science that makes life much easier and simpler and explains everything in this world; you urged me to practice on it everyday. 

You taught me to recognize and accept my mistakes, to learn from them and never give up; to say “I’m sorry” without egoism when the facts require it and "I love you" without hesitation when I deeply feel it. You insisted that the one who knows to say these little three words, these two simple phrases and understands their meaning, can conquer the world. You used to repeat that you prove the glory of your soul only with your actions, that “words” and “actions” are twin brothers, are born together, as two parts of the same coin. Words without actions are like a well without water.

You taught me never to be afraid; of anything. To be confident and strong, secure and protected; always, in crowd or alone. You offered me strong and deep roots, a stable basis for a start and balance, an invaluable present. “The best way to show your intelligence is by your smart humor”, your were saying laughing followed by a smart self-sarcastic joke, that I was repeating proudly to all my friends for days . 

I will always remember your words when you saw me sad one day. Υou hugged me softly with deep affection, you looked at me deeply in the eyes and you said: “Forget everything that I tought you so far. Just remember two words from me and I want them to follow you all your life: PRIDE and DIGNITY. Never forget these two words, embrace them, host them in your mind and heart and let them guide you as your best friends, as your eternal life companions”.  

My loving father, I grow old. Your little girl is now a woman. And I see all your teachings in practice and I realise how wise you are. I never had the chance to thank you so far for all the precious lessons I 've learned from you. Thank you for inspiring me in all parts of my life. Thank you for being the best example for me so as to know well the definition of a good father, a devoted husband and a real friend. Thank you for your wise words that always guide me in this rough life path. I feel so blessed and thankful for having you always by my side, for all that you are, for all that I am now. No words can describe this seldom blessing. 

I want you to know that my instinct and your advices show me the way every day. The least I can do for your hard effort and work on shaping who I am today, is to promise you that I will put all my effort to always make you proud. As I did so far. As I always will. I will honor you. 

I promise.