A small fragile thing,

Only one light breath can make you fade.

Yet, I see the devils dancing

In your warm-colored eyes.

I shouldn’t come close

To your weak fire;

You’re like a magnet

For my trembling fingers.

I want to feel the smooth bloom

And keep it alive,

But any touch can ruin

The perfect surface.

Every glance

Makes my eyes sting.

The flare has already

Damaged my skin;

I can’t turn away.

It’s a mistake, I know that

Your mind is playing

With my submissive heart;

But my fissured body

Will keep on longing for the deadly touch,

That will bring the end to both.


Covered with death

Once I met Death.

I was waiting for my bus when

She came and sat next to me.

-Is it my time? – asked I.

-Are you ready? – replied she.

I didn’t know what to respond.

Was I ready to die?

My bucket listĀ half-full,

Only 20 years lived.

But I’d never felt

So tired,

Tired of it all.

-Is that what you want? – asked Death again.

I stayed speechless.

She smirked, and said

-Not right now. But I won’t leave

Until you give me an answer.

I felt cold.

I couldn’t see her anymore;

Missed my bus,

And kept standing

On the same place.

The bus crashed;

I saw people die,

And Death standing on top.

She was still looking at me.

I knew she was waiting,

And that she’d keep on being near.

I turned around and went home;

Full of nothing.

Covered with death.


Waiting for the death

Bright shining moon
Reflects the abysmal eyes
Full of nothingness.
I howl from pain,
Waiting for the last seconds
Of my useless breathing.
All the air of the world is never enough
To have a deep sigh
Before I go.
God’s verdict
Has put a mark on me
And all my life,
That has not much left.
I’m not afraid of the old witch in her black robe,
But a smile won’t touch my lips
As I leave.
Sun will keep on shining,
Rain will keep on going,
People will be busy, like they usually are.
But it will not make a difference
For me, because
I will be gone.