Opening

The soft white light of winter

Changes the perception

When tired and ill

Life passes by outside in

The afternoon

Waiting for the anxiety

To go away

Even though I know

This will not happen

Opening a window

To the world

Grey Nights

Eternal grey clouds

Moving quickly over

The night sky

While I move across empty

Dark streets in the suburbs

Cold and tired after a

Long day,

I am received with

Angry words and demands

I do not know why

I am still here

In this sad position

It is like magic

Only the pine trees

Will be my witness

Hidden Dream

The dream is still here

Strong and vibrant

Hidden somewhere

Deep inside

Were it is still warm

Away from the frosty winter

That kills all the hope

Absent Existence

Abstinence from life

Abstract thinking

Ambivalent ideas

Animated conversations

Winter in the city

Among blackened snow

And icy spots

Spring still distant

No sun

Thousands shades of gray

Black and white

This is what hell

Could be like

.

The Unknown

Beyond the obvious

Beyond the creeks

There is always the

Unknown

Terra Incontigo,

The land of the strange

Headfooters and dragons

A savage place where the cannibals

Live and thrive

Or maybe it is just another suburb

Just as gray and rainy

As this one

Detrimental Subway

A slow moving train

Inside the pale white light

Gives no rest or mercy

For the tired men

Slowly killing their

Hopes and dreams in a

Calm and regulated fashion

While the solar year

Moves on and on

In an eternal circle

That eventually will

Put them underground

Forever

Very few tries to escape

The wheel of bad fortune

Fewer still succeed

Moving beyond

The possible or expected

A Moment of Shadow

I am just a shadow

Of myself

Looking out through

The window

I could be so much more

But here I am

Almost invisible gray

Time has past and a lot of things

Is not possible anymore

Still the light from the rising sun

Shines at my lap

Heating cold bones

The Dull White Winter

Life is a cold place

Filled with snow

Ice covers the lakes

And walking

Feels like a huge undertaking

On icy and slippery streets

Life is small and pale

Bad memories of depressive

Winter months returns

Like tired ghosts of

Past life’s