You can lend my voice
to say the words
you are unable to say

The flowers in your heart wait
to burst into sounds

Let me speak your unspoken,
write your unwritten

Just dance within my poem
Hum along with my song

Since my words are yours
as much as
your silence is mine


Heart Care

You don’t need to give
your heart away
You can keep it
Hold it in your hands
Caress it, cherish it
Protect it, care for it
As for new born baby chick
Velvety, vulnerable, breakable

And only when you’re ready
Slowly open your hands
And let your heart fly
Gently it will land
into mine


The Lion

Behind closed doors
the lion is locked
Its roar is silenced

In vibrating stillness
it builds up
its strength

Until the day
Justice will triumph
Truth will rule
Order restored

Until the day
the lion will break out
No doors
that can make
it stop

And without any doubt
the world will hear
its thundering roar


Love Of Many Lifetimes

Our love,
A tree of all times
Planted long time ago
Its base unshakable
Survived the turmoil
of ages in this town
Each grain tells another story
Holds another layer
Though its crown still grows
and its leaves renew
and blossom
This tree
Older than we are
Wiser than wise
Will even survive



I don’t need to look in the sky
to know the sun is still there
I don’t need to look for Spring
As it will come
In its own time,
at its own pace

the bare rose bush
yet holds the new roses inside
As nature gives birth to its fruits
in its own way

What you are searching for
is searching for you



Morning glamour glows
The soothing of the dawn
King Sun rises out of the dark
and seats on heaven’s throne
While the angels scatter their magic
upon courageous believers

I pray across the ocean
May the waves of my new day
wash your nightly worries away
and cradle you into the realm of your dreams


The Call Of The Forest

Tall trees reach out with their peaks
majestically into the sky

A magpie couple cuddles
on their bench of branches

The sparrows sing their songs
in a play of call and answer

While wood nymphs appear
Giggling in between bare trees

As Autumn took their coat of leaves
Leaving them heart naked

I walk our footsteps
On a carpet of brown and green
Silent thoughts, open ears

My dear, hear!
how the forest calls for us


The Moon of March

Chasing clouds
Shadows gather
The dark shoots
its arrows of fear
and haunts hearts
that lack faith

The Moon of March
holds memories
of a cold and distant Winter

Though the night
carries the seed
of the day
Like the moon is lit by the sun
The light can only be seen
because there is darkness


As One

The words sung in my head
Are they mine
or are they yours
Is it your echo
or my voice?

The touch I feel on my skin
Is it my own hand
that touches me
Or your hand
that left its imprint?

The flower that opens up
inside of me
Is it rooted in your heart
Or is its source
the sparkle of my soul?

As one we are
I am
your you
You are
the other me


Feet Off The Pedals

How the crows float in the sky
And the first crocus blooms
How Spring is on its way
The wind plays with my hair
While my bike takes me on a ride
down the hill

All is
Beyond what my hand can grasp,
my gaze can reach,
what doubts can turn around
Feet off the pedals
Heart off the mind
I exhale
When ties are loose
Hands are up
I don’t need to do anything but
loving you


Girl With The Secrets

She disappears
in misty clouds
For no one to see
Erasing her trails
Her inner landscape
full of caves
In which she hides
Scars and treasures

Behind closed doors
unexpressed words
are a knot in her throat
A wall to protect
becomes a wall
that divides

Though at the window
of her heart
She still looks out for him
As he too disappeared
in misty clouds
And both wait
for the sky to be cleared
To find out
they were never far away


The Song Of The Blackbird

Heaven birthed a child
Its skin yet transparent
And not to touch
Before it could land
It flew back to the other side

Though its never breathed breath
Is blown by the wind
And its voice can be heard
In the song of the blackbird

And it will be reborn
In every creation
In words written by hands
That are heart’s servants


Hanging Girl

Hanging girl
above the tops of worlds
above streams of
whispering voices

Upside down
she finally sees
the world upright
The four winds
change her direction

His face, her Sun, is
in the clouds
Each swing brings
her higher
No need to rush
to kiss his lips

As she knows
Life will carry
Life will provide

The light she perceives
in him
She has found it
shining brightly


My King

Lisbon, February 18th

My king of my heart,
I wait you here on the hill in my castle
Though do not expect wealth
As nothing here
is mine or yours
We do not own
the sun, the moon or the earth
But I promise you,
the one that holds the sword
of truth,
a river of love,
of flowing eternal gold


Shedding Tears

Lisbon, February 18th

When you shed your tears
And let them rain down
I will catch them
Cherish them
These fluid diamonds of your heart
I will make them a river
To flow into the world
It will fertilize the earth
And by the grace of your tears
New flowers will grow


Mouraria Poesia

Lisbon, February 17th

Ghetto of the Moors
With its steep narrow streets
Baracks between
colourful tiled houses
Cracks in walls
Scars of the earthquake
will not allow to forget

Cradle of fado
Shades of people who
lived here,
who died here
Their voices still heard at night
A resigned echo
during the day
Calmness and passion
rule the hearts
of those
who believe in fate

Laughter and tears
of ordinary men
and women
with shared
ordinary dreams
Just like ours


The Cathedral

Lisbon, February 16th

The Sé adorns the city
And graces its heart
Inside the wisdom of silence

And touched
by ages of devotion
I build my own cathedral
with words of elegance,
prayers of truth and love
To rise up to heaven
and honor
the poetry of life

And like a crusader
I dedicate myself to
my own divine path
Knowing that
glowing glamour
lies within