Friday, June 13, 2014

the warble of birds
in summer -
at my balcony

Raghda

in the midst of the desert
city-
empty streets
hollow caves
ghostly temples


a post card

with secrets and tales
of ancient remains

out of sandstone
waterways carved
going along blindly
with the stream of thoughts ..

I am now
lost.
in what 20,000 Nabateans
have once left behind

here she comes

"are you looking for that man in a blue t-shirt?"
"yes" is my reply
surprised!
a hot day and many tourists
at the entrance,
a friend had bought a blue t-shirt

"he's inside that room" she points
"shoukran"
I want to buy
a postcard she is selling
but
"I have no cash"

her name was Raghda

we chat
exchanging memories
Raghda's brother comes
"go", she says, "these people
aren't foreigners, they are from here"

yes, we are from here ..
and she was as well - smart
doing her job
mastering the hot spring air
finding a way
through this maze of millennia
to serve dinner every day

she,
the lively face of the rose-red city

she,
the wonder of Petra .

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

I will come again -
the song of the snowman ..
with a compass in his hand,
he speaks about
love

Does forgiveness exist ?



Nature breathes furiously.
Dry clouds in the sky.

Behind the walls of modern technology
They listen to the heartbeats of blues.

Tomorrow is the last exam at school.
No one wants to be poor.

Can't you see ? ..
Nature won't forgive us.

The moon is a mummia
Lying on the top of a black box .
Holes waiting to be filled
With new dead souls.

But let me go and water
The pink cyclamen, shining
Standing on the coffee-table
At my balcony.

Maybe ...

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

three women are in the life of every man...
first one walks by his side
second one opposes him
the third has his back

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Spring illusion

Spring blossom
Something is happening here -
Sun rays kissing my cheeks
Playing piano lips.

Ah!
This kiss!

But no pieces,
It couldn't divide me -
Nothing is happening here.

It's spring passing near.
It's a girl
writing a sonnet.

Something is happening here. 
It's love passing near.