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LausanneOpen your heart

Embrace the world

Feel the joy of breathing

Fresh air in your lungs


Broaden your horizons

Notice the infinite possibilities

Spreading in front of you

Every single day


We are here for a moment

So why not have some fun?

Play with life

And spread your love around


Share your heart

With all the creatures of God

Smile and have a laugh

Don’t waste your life being sad


Do what you want

Be whoever you want to be

Choose your destiny

Have the courage to live


If you don’t let the rules suffocate you

If you don’t let anyone kill your dreams

You will see that the world is a miracle

And every second is worth living

‘What if…’

What if

There were no borders,

No countries,

No divisions,

No judgements?


What if

We saw no difference,

No race,

No governments,

No rules?


What if

There was no ‘right’,

No ‘wrong’,

No ‘yes’,

No ‘no’?


What if

There were no limits,

No suggestions,

No space

And no time?


What if

I told you

That this could be your reality

And the key to its door

Was in your own mind…?


‘A Non-existent Poem’


I am not


What I see,

What I feel,

What I think

Does not exist.


Clouds our minds,

Clouds our eyes,

Clouds our hearts.

Each of us

Has a distinct vision

Of what there is,

It’s never the same.

It does not exist.

We are

Creating our own stories,

Creating our own worlds,

Creating ourselves.


I could never see the sky

Through the joy

Through the pain


I could never realease my mind

Of my thoughts

Of my brain


I could never fall in love

With the right one

With no blame


I will forever trust my insanity

Despite the world

Despite what all of them may say


Masquerade, oh masquerade

What’s in disguise

You can’t despise

In this huge masquerade


Masquerade, masquerade

Life is a theater with my big act

All actors in masks, what’s play and what’s fact?

Masquerade within a masquerade


Masquerade, it’s all a masquerade

What I see is all deception

Still I’m naive in my reception

Of this masquerade


Masquerade, hopeless masquerade

I’ve lost my mask

What’s now my task?

No face, no mask, no masquerade


Masquerade, my masquerade

I’m not perfect in my form

No matter how I try to perform

My role in the masquerade


Masquerade, it goes on, the masquerade

Nobody would dare show their real face

I guess one day I’ll find a way to leave this place

This set-up, this masquerade

A Venziana mask from Verona, Italy.


Snowflake 1

In a careless whisper

In the ticking of a clock

In the fastest heartbeat

In the wind’s blow


There is something magnificent

If you listen carefully

Life begins to make sense

There’s more color to it


In a random observation

Of the world outside

In the falling of the leaves

In a graceful dance of a cat


I notice something

And wonder if it is insanity

I notice myself

What a strange magic


In the feel of snowflakes

Falling onto my cheeks

In the touch of cushion

Early in the morning


I can sense your presence

Barely recognizable

Something you cannot feel

If you don’t reach for inexplicable


In the taste of aromatic coffee

Before a hard day

In the piece of chocolate

Melting on my lips


There comes experience

Of yet another sense

How wonderful world could prove

If you pay attention to every detail and little piece

‘The world’s loneliness’


How can we be so lonely

In the arms of the world?

How can we shout for attention

And be left unheard?

How can we hold somebody so tenderly

And be pushed away?

How can we be such sensitive souls

In the army of tough soldiers?

How can we all be alone

If all we need is a friend?

The world is so cold, sad and empty

When there’s no one to share.

If only we could be both strong and delicate

And with a song attract the sincere one left.

‘The Other’

What is hiding behind an empty tear?

What is hiding behind it?

Behind the curtain of dark hair

Behind the eyes that seem to repel

The feeling buried in the heart somewhere?

What memories bother this mind,

This soul which you find

So unfriendly and not worth your might?

Is he a hidden rebel

Fighting against the world

Which doesn’t want to accept him?

Or is he a sensitive soul

Lost in the universe

Between all the world’s evil?

Too weak,

Is he too weak?

Or are we?

Are we too weak,

Too self – centered,

Too egoistic

To spend some of our precious time

And get to know the other person?


‘Reality in Abstraction/The Art and the World’

New city

The rock on the wall

The clock on the road

Who bites into a roll

Fights in the war

The heart is the core

Of our eternal lore

Guts may be spoiled

Clouds on the board

Drawn to explore

The art to the core

What’s gone

Will be gone

What’s wrong

Will be questioned

The world writes its words

Just how it wants

Gives new meanings to words

Borders to be withdrawn

Promises to be short

Siblings to be shot

What’s more to be born

Among artists’ dying lot?

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‘Little bird’

Little bird was sitting on the branch

Forgotten and upset

It was looking at the world

Or what from the world was left

It shed one tear

It bent over its broken wing

And in weakening voice

It sung its last song

About love that was betrayed

About the Earth that was destroyed

About the human that killed its parents

And in darkness full of silence

And bitter loneliness

It slowly passed away

Its little heart broken of regret


Poem registered in poetry potluck!:)