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Big hurricane, storm, even a light breezeFades away at once all the tender flamesTalons and sharp beak has the bird of preyNever flies a dove that high up in the grey
Is this the perfect world? "the harmony"? The yin yang of the ancient civilisations?Why does the flame tremble? Cannot the dove be free, finally?
How elegant when first-comers questionWhat a pity, all skins eventually thickenHow soothing, time takes the pain awayAlas for it, innocence is also stolen away
Thoughts keep justifying "the harmony" Staying in the shadow of the old philosophy Confession of not outgrowing the antiquity Needs the world of pride for this easy inquiry
World is the Colosseum for good facing evilWeak against strong, complicated versus simple Echoed in my mind, a millennia-old man's wordsAs veins carry his voice through generations
Sensitive hearts shun the frayBloom in hush within your shellLet the time come until it infoldsYour shield, new skin and big thorns
P.D. 06.09.2025
Is this the perfect world? "the harmony"? The yin yang of the ancient civilisations?Why does the flame tremble? Cannot the dove be free, finally?
How elegant when first-comers questionWhat a pity, all skins eventually thickenHow soothing, time takes the pain awayAlas for it, innocence is also stolen away
Thoughts keep justifying "the harmony" Staying in the shadow of the old philosophy Confession of not outgrowing the antiquity Needs the world of pride for this easy inquiry
World is the Colosseum for good facing evilWeak against strong, complicated versus simple Echoed in my mind, a millennia-old man's wordsAs veins carry his voice through generations
Sensitive hearts shun the frayBloom in hush within your shellLet the time come until it infoldsYour shield, new skin and big thorns
P.D. 06.09.2025
Carries the burden of millionsA biased jury, a silent witnessWakes up to the screams of hungry seagulls, Mummur of the turquoise, Hasty doors closing for routines
Wonders whether they betray herOr she is disappointed by the never-ending battle Of corrupt hearts, of barbaric desiresAnd of sadder faces holding onto days
How come she has this vast patience While bleeding and despite of her old ageDoes she have more wrinkles?Is she less of a goddess?
Eavesdropping to the stories she cannot escapeBow down before her nobility A legacy of millenia Closing one age opening anotherLonging for nostalgia like every other Tired of the unexpected, yet hopefulCries the most beautiful of all, my dearest Istanbul
P.D. 20.07.2025
Wonders whether they betray herOr she is disappointed by the never-ending battle Of corrupt hearts, of barbaric desiresAnd of sadder faces holding onto days
How come she has this vast patience While bleeding and despite of her old ageDoes she have more wrinkles?Is she less of a goddess?
Eavesdropping to the stories she cannot escapeBow down before her nobility A legacy of millenia Closing one age opening anotherLonging for nostalgia like every other Tired of the unexpected, yet hopefulCries the most beautiful of all, my dearest Istanbul
P.D. 20.07.2025
There are millions of stories yet this one is mineReckon easy to tell? Is it effortless for y'all? You're bursting to vocalise it, craving to describe,What if heart pounds, oh emotions won't bribe
Anxious to stumble, horrified to misalign? Realizing the limits, exility and a thin line Do letters get shallow, will words become hollow? My sentence becomes jail, story ends unmellow
This one is about her and her dear and beloved friend
So sensitive yet grounded, how possible is that?Eyes on her colors, grace, but envy precedes hateTaken for granted, love offends souls that are dead
Spectators were taken aback by their sheer privity
A gentle touch of self-interest but with honesty? Endures this lust of ancient crime, Adam and EveRealised, just a little dandelion and her beloved bee
P.D. 13.05.2025
Anxious to stumble, horrified to misalign? Realizing the limits, exility and a thin line Do letters get shallow, will words become hollow? My sentence becomes jail, story ends unmellow
This one is about her and her dear and beloved friend
So sensitive yet grounded, how possible is that?Eyes on her colors, grace, but envy precedes hateTaken for granted, love offends souls that are dead
Spectators were taken aback by their sheer privity
A gentle touch of self-interest but with honesty? Endures this lust of ancient crime, Adam and EveRealised, just a little dandelion and her beloved bee
P.D. 13.05.2025
A voice graced the ear, like music’s own art, An image became a temple etched deep in the heart, A touch stirred the old soul, how a fire would ignite, An ode to the beauty of loving beyond one’s own might.
Dear heart blossomed once, is nowtide stout,Distance felt easier than the sight, no doubt,Oh memory is sweet, but absence is a thorn,Yet now, even patience no longer must be worn.
P.D. 23.10.2024
Dear heart blossomed once, is nowtide stout,Distance felt easier than the sight, no doubt,Oh memory is sweet, but absence is a thorn,Yet now, even patience no longer must be worn.
P.D. 23.10.2024
Can you grow vengeance or anger to the SunTurning its face with the arrival of the nightIs your envy bridled, your eyes not swollenBrightening others while your day darkensWill you blame nature when you're not in the orbitAs the Sun in the center of your own beingHow your reasoning not lost, your trust reassuredSun is loving, caring, warm, life creating but for allIs demanding more narcissistic, not sharing cruelTell it to your heart as your void depletes your fuel
P.D. 09.02.2024
She smells seven beautiful color of the sunsetThen compares it to the feel of a delicious scentSeeing the deep sound of the day she realizesEach flavor she hears and touch she tastesHer soul decomposes into many piece and reunitesCalling for a sense that is absent in this tiring dissonance
P.D. 28.11.2020
P.D. 28.11.2020
All the complaints about the physical quarantineAs if we are not stuck in the days, months, seasonsAnd friends, foes, work and all the dutiesAnd numbers, shapes, light and darknessSylvia puts it so effortlessly and whispers"Is there no way out of her mind?"
P.D. 21.11.2020
P.D. 21.11.2020
Take your time as it's the best teacherSorrow and joy will be shoulder by shoulderThat relief after you lower your guardIs only possible when bonds stick together
P.D. 07.09.2017
P.D. 07.09.2017
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