Wet Cement


Here I go again, passing by 
like silence
with no time to look back 
and take the same step, that is never the same
even more when my boots touch wet cement


Through the window, staring


Stuck outside, just reflections on a window shop,
the thin air and
a light that doesn't get deeper.
The crystal frontier
keeps you away from a reality that yearns for an inhabitant.


All tomorrow's candles


After all those summer ice-creams,summer bike rides on shorts, 
summer dip in the lakes, summer kisses, 
summer loughs, summer yawns... 
lights are going down and they'll be taken on by softer ones.
Now, inside friend's houses filled with the warmth of a blanket 
and a quiet sound before the snow comes.