Afraid of Lonileness
I do not have
anything to be proud of.
Do not think,
that I am strong,
because I am empty from within.
I am a lonely poet,
trying to crawl, walk, learn to fly.
I am still trying to discover myself
and find that I am
tired of hanging around.
Do not leave me
In Need of Friends
I am a stranger, I am a hermit.
I wish I could come out of this dark room,
learn a language that people can understand.
Maybe someone might care for this garden:
Withered flowers will be watered back to life.
Maybesomeone might help me get out of here.
Here I am, sitting thirsty, not being helped,
in this terrible night, in this lifeless desert.
A drop of rain
In the middle of a garden,
a ray of sunshine,
on a drop of rain,
every colour we wish.
On this Summer morning,
the rustle of the leaves,
and singing of the birds,
break the silence
Lazing on the grass
in the afternoon heat.
Sharing our clean dreams
feeling the gentle heat
under your tender feet.
And I feel
unwilling to leave you,
soaring up high in the sky.
I wish we could live
When the drop of rain will fall
and leaves the leaf,
it seems to me
as if the leaf cries
as I cry
when I get away from you.
Who am I?
If you want to know me, my lovely girl,
do not think that I am the ideal man.
Do not think that I can fulfil your life.
Remember when we went to have a drink
and I offered you an empty glass only.
I offered you withered flowers with thorns.
Time went by and I remained a child,
and I have not learned how to be an actor.
You came across my smile and my solitude,
in my dull poems, which no one understands.