poetry is a child`s face looking for his mother
the waves of the sea reaching the shore over and over again
coffee flavor in my home on a cold November day

poetry is the breath of fresh air after a long time in a cellar
your lover`s eyes after seclusion
the last crumb of chocolate on the lips

poetry clouds in the shape of your heart
the smell of homemade cake
and my grandma`s hands in the dough
little blue eyes whispering un unexpected I love you


poetry the footsteps traces on the village trail
forever drawn in my father`s soul
dry plums in the wooden attic
the leaves of a doleful maple tree
forgotten by the window

warm air after a white winter
a kiss after a quarrel
prayer after blemish


poetry
cradle and tomb