Snake

She crawls through leaves,
around obstacles
She will be seem.
her bitter tongue
rolling dice
the lucky number
You´ll be the one
to be bitten
not to die
just agonize
with the poison of her wrath.

Night

Empty streets of regrets
cloudy night sky
a melancholic bell rings
marking the hour in hell
Slow steps in the stone path
as they go nowhere
as they are lost in the dark
moving shadows
wailing night birds
sacrifice to nox.

No visitors for the old man.

Soft melodies of a crying guitar
old memories hiden in a jar
the time has come
to face life alone
no illusions of eternal bliss
nor hopes on luck
As the world turns his back
Forgotten in a corner
life slips away
shedding tears of misery
longing of the past
anguish of the undone
shaking hands holding the cane
no visitors today.

Not right

How could it be over
it didn´t even started
It was a dream
so much like reality
it did not feel perfect
it did not feel right
it tasted good enough
fair enough
holding hands in the park
a watery kiss
now and then
it was like a charade
we pretended each our part
with sad eyes
long silences
you left me unsatisfied
wishing I´ve never met you
wishing I´ve never embraced
the idea of you being part of my life.