sick leave

I cant grow plants in a burnt heart at least till the time the ashes are still there not forgotten I need time I cant just wake up on any day and say like ok, today I smile. to be fairly real I need a bit of time to swallow things days with flue infection …


atlántic beside me

He is blue light blue transparent so clear he comes slow goes slow weightless humble charming brown eyes most of the time in a blue shirt. he is the azul clarito sometimes from the mediterranean sometimes from the atlantic

something around our heads

you are bitter and I know all you need is love but your ego hits me in the face in the chest it makes me tired it makes me want to go to sleep. I am not sorry because this is not about any of you but all of you about all of us.


من اينجا نيستم حتي سنگين ترين تكه هايم را با خود برده ام حتي نوك انگشتانم را خيلي وقتها مي شود كه دروغ مي بافم جواب سربالا مي دهم به همه خشكي و درست كاري دور و برم تا از واقعيت در امان باشم عاشق فرار كردن و ناپديد شدنم هر جا كه پاي عشقي …

دو نيمه شب

از خواب مي پرم رويابافي كرده ام چيزهايي را كه مي ترساندم غريبه اي كه در را باز مي كند عشقي كه از دست رفته گم شدن هيچ چيز را برابر و حتي نزديك به خواب دوست نداشته ام اما شب هايي هم هست كه بيدارى آرام ترم مي كند و واقعيت از همه ي …


باز هم صداي دلمو گم كردم فكرام سرمو ميكنن زير آب تقصير هيچ كس هم نيست

Which day was it

you dont know if your brain lies to you or your friend lies to you you dont know if your mind is playing a game or you exist within the game you dont know what hurts you and what cheers you is this hallucination imagination perception or it is solid dense reality


I will keep on writing stinky poems in all languages I barely know and read them to you with my thick accent until the day you find between the lines somewhere on my phone, in my notebook what I really meant.