sirens shriek in the dark
a cry of fearsome joy
in the mud they fall
over the top of the horizon
a man waves at his lover
in the shore they feast
on smoked salmon and fruity wine
while the beast emanates
from the deep emerald waters
oceanic voices resonate with the voices
inside his head
he bows to the sun while surrendering to the sea
beguiling the lord
he tastes the juice of nectar and ambrosia
only to become immune to them
the sirens become silent
and the sea opens a path to the horizon


life as a river that quivers

floats on a flowing reality

of dubious quality

where a ubiquitous authority

drags the boat to the shore

with no remorse

it rewards the best-looking boat

where is the prize for the garbage scow

the uninvited arrive late

but are the ones who bring the change

if you want to retain


you need to master your soul

but it’s the mind that thinks

and builds truths and propositions

reminding you of your failed acquisitions

there is a long path you need to go

to erase the faulty code

but it’s worth the try

listen to your heart before you die


summer nights

dancing caricatures on the wall. a cold beer on the terrace. sculptured letters on the floor. the moonlight is like laser in our eyes. summer nights. too hot to cuddle, too hot not to. a small speaker that produces loud sounds. low battery. meeting of the eyes. a light breeze caresses the unruly hair. pricky skin. cold beer is over. fading sounds, as if coming from afar. it’s black or white. maybe red. the light coming from the street lights. dancing caricatures on the wall. they fall. breathless. careless.


shifting concessions

pointless interruptions

of your peace of mind

sometimes i feel i need to bribe my mind to stay calm

breathing intervals

incubating eagle wings

i believe in hope and purity

inner strength and kindness

when it gets a bit dry and dark


take a step back

and watch your instinct elevate you

false alarms

play a repetitive sound


sympathise with the devil

sometimes he’s there to help you without realising

honesty is a virtue that very few possess

but it’s what will take you through life

without sacrificing your inner peace




road to nowhere, road to everywhere


REA 092

blissful greyness

brigades of sleepless nights

moving fast, moving slow

burning in serendipity

glaciers break

we fall in sequences

squeezing for redemption

battlefields of dead souls

why so many sad eyes in happy faces

wholeness is a matter of perception

take a ride with yourself

to nowhere, but everywhere

pum pum poom poom poom pum pum

if you don’t lose you can’t find

wild rumours caress your hair

it’s a strange yet liberating feeling


wheels run inside my head

something’s moving



thirsty soul

the light is blind

how many times do i need to say i’m fine

trapped in a feeling i don’t need

the tv is blurry

my hands are heavy

sometimes the right thing to do is to feel less

it’s the past that resides in your eyes

the red lights bury the pain

the night is shy

in the verge of breaking down

it bears no life to apologise

selfish cards

dreams that passed

and never touched your body

i’d be lying to myself if i’d say i didn’t want it

but now i don’t

the locks are locked

steam coming out of my eyes

my breath smokes

it filters all the dirt away



sticky floors

restless faith

a sip of champaign

a twist of reality

go with the flow

or what you think is the flow


point of despair

once more you need what you initially asked for

a corrosive fear


it’s a mere reflection of who you are

manipulate the taste of signs

silence is a sin

if you can’t refrain from seeing lies


a Sunday roast

The Canterville ghost

preaches redemption

a phantom of pawns

a unique image of shows

stranded in oblivion

stars ask you why

you shine

you always did

i calculate rhymes in tears

i forgot who i was

but you did too

if i lose myself i don’t want to hear a lie

savage eyes

submerge into a flashing image

narrow sight

shredding the light

mindless games

freeze our brains

peace tries to find me

do i

an emotional disaster

a perilous master

i want to think my thoughts through

before i make another mistake

my consciousness is free

but my mind isn’t

how is this good

only the future can tell the truth

i feel i should obey the rules

what do my eyes say

why does my soul pray

fuck it

i’ll go home

on paris, beirut, burundi, but in the end life

it’s not them, it’s us, it’s everyone. we all fight for something but in the end for nothing. we’d rather hate than love. it seems easier to solve our problems that way. because if we love it means we understand. we understand how other people think, feel, live. we don’t want to do this. it requires effort and strength. compassion. we all want others to understand and accept us, be in our position, but we forget to do the same. we let our pride and ego blind us, obscure our vision. it’s a defensive mechanism of which we can’t let go. and thus we hurt. we hurt our loved ones, those who think or feel differently, the innocent, the weak ones. we fill our void. we believe we are something because we have control over others. that way we demonstrate that we are strong and everyone should respect us. vanity. is this our purpose in life? how do we let our worst instincts take over us? the fear of accepting the triviality of human existence. we are taught that we have to be better than others. that we deserve better. that everyone and everything is against us. but no one stresses enough the fact that one can be strong when he/she loves himself/herself. i think it’s important to understand this. it’s not necessary to prove one’s existence to be alive. loving yourself by giving some time to understand yourself, will teach you how to love others.

i think it’s a good time to take a step back and think. think about ourselves. about what matters. talk to ourselves about ourselves. in any case, it’s the most selfish thing we can do. then we can maybe learn. learn what matters to us, learn about life. and after that, actually begin to grow and feel better and proud of who we are and eventually the world.

do you know who you are?

what does the heat mean if we are far away

for each other to breathe a warm sprinkle of summer

a surreal taste of togetherness but alone

if you see what i mean

i kind of felt it that you did too

and it was nice

i’d rather have a cold mind

eternal faith in the sun

a ship that was wrecked

strawberries and cream that i never liked

life goes on no matter how many times you die

hunting werewolves, feeling dizzy

chiselled surfaces, broken barriers


no matter how much i love it

i can’t let it kill me

sometimes you exist only for yourself

you are but you’re not

where are we now

i still know who you are

do you


quoting love

blinking stars is what i see

thinking about menacing fire

sitting in the back of my mind

staggering among infinite red dreams

it’s not the same but it could be different

no one knows

i gave in a long time ago

it’s a rocky ride

i never liked the easy way, anyway

i can already feel nostalgia

something is burning in the air

it might just be a bug

an alluring odour

i can’t resist

a faulty screen

a broken dream

i don’t miss strangers anymore

let the sun come out

it draws all the attention

painless intervention

let the sun come out