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break into


push that door open

years of deposited dust

invades the nose

inhaled into the lungs

the resulting cough

causes more particles

to swirl

to twirl

in front of the window

why can’t i get out

even if the doors and windows open wide

even if the roof leaks

even if the limbs are free

but i

just can’t get out

in the morning light

i see you through

the dewdrop

carrying hope

a sacred glow

a pure sunrise

that is all






Silent days

Silent days

silent like

footsteps of the season flowing outside

the window

grown accustomed to

silent time

a soft heart

folded into butterfly

perched in the depths

of years


an aftertaste


and silent.



Childhood is the song

that passes through the valley

echoes above the clouds

stays in the field

sweetens dreams

childhood is

running in the sunset

sprinkling laughter across the grass

surrounded by the aroma of flowers

naivete recorded in the call of the wind

in the quiet and ease of time

childhood is

turning callow memories

into soft and smooth pillow

watching the sky and earth

on charming a landscape

in a world is small and round.


Time is like a wisp of smoke

it goes from dense

to thin and then

as if it will be gone

in the next second

time is like a glass of juice

from thick

to weak

more to less

as if it will disappear

after another sip

time is like a book

from beginning

to end

as if it will be over

in the next page

time is like a movie

from long

to short and soon

it will be though in a glance

time can dilute everything

time can prove everything

change everything

heal everything

make you forget






Childhood is

the best time

with a group of friends

to share

we ran together

sang together

free as the wind

no bundles of trouble

no worries about the direction

of the future

everyday was play

no scruples

like a wild child

didn’t understand dream

didn’t fear nothing

that’s the happiest time

that’s childhood.



This old house

The sound of firecrackers

in the rain

reverberant and pure

this old house

looks the same as previous years

not much different

just a lot quieter

silence of time

uncompounded by any trace of sentiment


the water is too.


River of my hometown

winding like artery

clinging to the path

crawling at the foot of the mountain

the water is clear as crystal

bright and clean

there are crabs, shrimp and fishes

and many moons of childhood

dressed in splendor

playing in the water

the memorable past is flowing

footprints and laughter of childhood friends

dreams and vicissitudes

joys and sorrows



the mizzle of spring

fallen leaves of autumn

willow of summer

have all left their mark

in the river

the river of hometown


flowing deep into sleep

into the heart

into the ocean of memory.


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