eye to eye, straight
still i wonder
if you can see me
and what am i seeing

so much is taken for granted
but i can see the veil
wavering, alive
with million reflections

so much is taken for granted
but it is a mystery
where one ends
and another begins

do you ever wonder that?
the water is deep, very deep
and very dark

pandora's box

i dreamed of my crooked hands again
the recuring dream of my life
bones all twisted and dislocated
fingers pointing in different directions
no pain, just inconvenience
i try to fix it, pulling the bones
to their right places
futile, as always
i wake up to a phone call
too slow to answer it
check the caller from internet
someone's trying to sell something
i have no money, or interest in products
without pharmacological qualities
so i brew some coffee and blow my nose
i've been eating a lot of zinc
and kept the box closed
still my nose keeps running
one by one the leaves are severed
i can see them fall all the way
across my window
'shouldn't you be somewhere,
doing something?' someone asks
inside my head
'shouldn't you?' someone answers
it's not a long conversation
i guess i should make use
of the precious time i am given
so before saving the whales
i'll brew another cup of coffee
and pick up another book