Saturday, April 16, 2011


The indifferent stars are distant
they know no anxiety
the night, like a black snake
coils upon my chest
and the storm within me roars.

Monday, April 11, 2011


The circle of bygone years is closed,
Above the lifeless ice of time.
And memory's snowy whirlwind,
Drift towards the crossroads.
Still for me, there shines your face alone,
Like a bright and guiding Polar Star.

For you, Papa.


Last night you wrote your sonnets in  Braille: the commas, parenthesis, ellipses engraved perfectly on my skin- and  I  ...