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Santa Claus,

shouldering the mission of love,

walking in the direction of the floating winter snow,

he’s traveled everywhere,

issueing big red packages,

the holy soul of the moon,

wandering in the wintertime,

blessings of love,

bringing joy and good fortune,


Landscape in the mist

The winter wind,

holding a knife,

crushing excitement,

leaving just a coat,

shivering alone,

on solitary clothesline,

Pencil of a painter,


Cinema Paradiso

Cinema paradiso,
loop playback of echoes,
of joys of the world,
the world is beautiful,
present and future,
living every second,
dominating the self,
experiences of life.

Black and white film

Black and white color wash,
brightness and vividness of the color orange,
over the sea horizon,
flew to the other side,
sunset elongating longings,
sailors sailing,
the longest farthest voyage,
black and white film,

Buzz Lightyear

The sparkling skyline,
dream and determination,
a nameless martyr,
a monumental past,
time and the second hand,
like the unquiet heart,
the homeland of light,
across the sky.

The wind rose

Before the wind rose,

the forest was silent,

before the wind rose,

sunshine and colored clouds,

easily ignored,

as if they didn’t have the need to exist,

before the wind rose,

the man who walked through the forest,

was a man with no memory,

a recluse,

it’s hard to say,

before the wind rose,

the wind in winter,

was fiercer,

or was it,

the wind in summer,

the man hadn’t been to that patch of woods,

for three years,

he went there again,

after the wind rose.

One day

One day,
everything’s changed,
air filled with solemnness,
what’s heard,
only false flattery,
one day,
you’re gone,
taking away everything that once belonged to me,
what’s seen,
only empty memories,
one day,
you get used to these and those,
everything is repeating itself,
like a machine,
over and over,
what’s understood,
only a trace of,
the warmth of the sun.
one day,
both of us have changed,
secular and indifferent,
perhaps we will still remember,
things we confided to each other,
one day,
memories are yellowed,
what we can do,
only strolling in the evening,
perhaps we will then remember,
the dreams we had,
in the very beginning,
one day,
when even the words look pale,
everything wonderful,
is gone.

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