Tonight

Tonight I have no strength left

Tonight I watch the planes fly

Tonight I am empty as a barrel

Tonight the sky is full of stars

Tonight I'd like the time to stop

Tonight the emotions are gone

Tonight I was a horse by the shore

Tonight I want to forget words

Tonight I'll eat some Greek olives

Tonight I need a rest from dreams

Tonight I'll be as I have always been

Tonight the sun had a dip in the sea

Tonight I will fall asleep very late

Tonight I may cry as a spoiled child

Tonight I would just like your hug

Tonight I will go out for a long run

Tonight I am missing my parents care

Tonight I would like to have your love

Tonight I'd like to listen to kind words

Tonight a talk with a friend won't work

Tonight even the moon is not enough

Tonight my pillow will take care of me

Tonight... is just not like any other night

Oh, it's a bloody monthly night, tonight.

29th of July 2017, Rome

© Illustration by Kris Chau

Vemod

Jazz fairy tales

came to my head.

Spending words

just sharing thoughts.

Moon stone rocks

It looks like gold

I swear is not,

But you may be so

We explore Sacramento

Got lost in the woods

Drank beer and wine

You turn and smile

“Fidel just died” so did I,

What is free will?

You are good and truth

So rare to find.

“Shall we dance?”

You said to me

I stared blue eyes

“Yes por favor!”

Those intense days

They are all gone

And seems a dream

Would you say no?

Is this that happiness

You talked me about?

Butterflies and a silly smile;

I got mistaken, I felt so lost.

Let’s explore, take a boat,

the eternity of oceans, so?

Is this what you were looking for?

Don’t ignore it, be a fearless pirate

It’s hide and seek with our egos

Laugh of and with them all

Those scary mysterious ghosts

In Swedish islands after the wall

We got a house for just a day

with plastic plants, is this a mistake?

But I don’t mind, it’s the best time

Let’s just forget about the life

Don’t take me too seriously

With those few words;

What is then love?

You seem to know

Vemod is a Swedish noun that refers to a (negative) calm feeling that something emotionally (positively) significant is over, and never will be back.

20th of November 2016, Cartagena, Spain

© Illustration by Holly Astle

The Pleasure of Sound

Ne'er loose amusement for the diversity of music,

It is a message of autarky that delivers wildflowers

straight to the isolated guardhouse of the thoughts

where the imprisoned self stands, full of concerns.

No issues to look at today, I'd listen to some old songs,

forget human resemblances, I'll be desperately forsaken.

Personalities withhold inside of me playing hide and seek

they come like spring tides, stealing even my unsold dignity.

Friendless days in this barren shore made of castle sunsets.

This forced being explodes in an uncontrolled state of mind,

a momentary schizophrenia makes me write day and night.

There is a lapse of reason, so primp yourself, time to smile.

In the land of contemplation, sound is only beauty

with no aspect but shaping in mythological forces.

The idiosyncrasy appears in the broken, unforeseen air,

it is Einstein's strings vibration of dimensional space.

If you stop feeling the desire to listen to those notes

be careful, you may be dead or at least quite near to it.

The powerful abstract art resonates, making us alive

it can change your mood, and make you forget any place.

Witches sing and dance around a sacred fire of flames,

near them, an unloved blues man caresses strings, cries,

psychedelic sounds spread from the house of the woods

while an angry man yells to the tower ruled by the King.

The depth of the unknown is still to be explored, tomorrow

we'll walk hand in hand to discover it, or maybe not.

Humans are driven by the craving for meaningless truths,

don't be afraid to live or die, you have to do both anyway.

A creative person attempts to travel out of their body

to run away from the cynic sufferance that builds anxiety,

and so does the listener who commits completely to its expression.

Let's walk by the score, sling your hook, and keep your eyes closed.

26th of August 2017, Rome