please, do not show me the brands of your expensive dresses,

no, i am not interested to learn the different scents of your signature fragrances,

nor i am attracted with that piece of glittering silver around your neck.

instead, just show me the outlines of your scars,

describe me the difference of the tastes of your tears when you cry lying in bed at night, or when you take the morning shower,

allow me to look at the collection of your thoughts when it’s 1am or 3am,

let me hear about your hopes and dreams, heartaches and frustrations,

tell me all these precious things

and let my soul admire you.


i am tired of waiting

i am tired

of waiting

but i don’t know

which part of me is tired

maybe my eyes

for seeing, searching, seeking

for yours

those hopeful happy eyes

slowly turning into

a scared sad eyes

maybe my mind

for thinking, imagining, dreaming

about you every time

those romantic moments,

sweet scenes and thoughtful words

formulated inside my head

are becoming more

and more practical

maybe my hands

for writing, scraping poems

written about and for you

those promising poetic verses

i cannot complete anymore…

or is it my heart that is tired?

but my heart have not loved yet

how come it is tired?

and loving is never tiring

so as long as i have love in my heart

the love i have saved and protected

i will wait for you

or rather

it is not me who will wait

for many parts of me get tired

but my love

my love will wait for you

for my love will never get tired.









a traveler’s guide

If you ever visit her world
bring a map or a compass
because you might get lost
in the vastness of her dreams.
Please don’t bring scissors or knife
you could get tempted
to cut the webs of her imagination
once you are tangled to it.
You don’t need to bring coats or match
the burning fire in her soul is enough to keep you warm.
Wear hiking shoes
so you could climb
the mountains of her thoughts.
If not, you can just stay on the bottom
but be prepared for landslides.
If you happen to land
into a universe of open space
don’t panic that’s just her mind.
Always be ready with your sunglasses
if you don’t want to be blinded
by the light coming from her eyes.
But sometimes, those eyes
also bring rain
so, better have an umbrella.
At the end of the journey,
if she opens it for you,
you will be lucky if you see
a place shaped like two joined ears.
It is overflowing with love
whole and beautiful,
never been broken,
always open,
but guarded.
And this is where the guide ends
for I can no longer tell
how to get and stay in there.