Childhood Freshness

From the darkest inside of that big tree's shadow I heard the flapping of a childhood's memory, I could even smell it, like when it's about to rain and the ground delights my senses. That sunrising sound of pigeons took me to that summerhouse where I saw myself lying on that red floor's coolness, unaware of the fact that I Would love so much the colour green.

Recurrent Dream

My soul is fetter

to the shadows of guilt,

and my whole body aches

under the weight of dreaming you.

I'm just too tired to fight

against the night

yet losing another battle

would bring me to your side.

Though you call me princess

you treat me like a slave,

who is feeded with leftovers

of something once called love.

Queen of crumbs and shreds

I own nothing but empty hands.