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Selected poems




Coffee shop


All waiting in the same line

Dreaming about getting to the register

Taking our so longed-for coffee and feeling finally one

The queue is so long

Someone gave up, didn’t want to go through it

We never saw him again

I’ve thought a lot about letting go too

Waiting seemed like a stupid thing to do

After all, how did I know, if at the end of the queue there was a coffee shop waiting for me to retrieve my little drink

The crowd hiding even the possibility to see whether something as a coffee even existed

Yet we all stayed there

Playing Chinese whispers

Each person passing the message to the one behind — that it is near

That it exists

And so, we stayed there

Was it naivety, or was it hope?

Yet for all the hurting that you experience in the line

Getting shoved by its atrocities

There is no greater joy

Than to arrive to the counter

And to revolt the coffee you so dreamed of

The coffee — happiness.



A year ago


The air running through my hair

The breath going in and out myself

The gentle movements of my hand as I turn the page of a book


What was I doing a year ago from now?

I would like to say I don’t remember,

But I do.

I recall it as perfectly as if it had happened yesterday

Hopelessness, loss,

Dry eyes from all the teardrops

What kept me there at that time — it is hard to say


It seemed then like the biggest carnage

A torture I myself imposed on my life when there was a simpler way out


Here I am now,

So grateful for having stayed in line

For having kept in me, then, something that seemed so abstract

Yet it allows me to be able to breath, write and laugh now —

Hope

That the future would bring days like today.


Fireplace


watching the fireplace makes me peaceful

the flames, fragile and unbothered,

move in the rhythm that pleases them


often I try to guess where the flame is gonna be next

she, however, always surprises me

finding herself in the most wondrous place

watching it, simply thinking, looking

I've come to think of the flames as of the events of my life

I would have never guessed, in a million years, that such a thing would happen to me

and that one flame which my heart was thinking of and my eyes looking at

who I thought was going elsewhere

found her place surprisingly near me

warming my heart

calming it with its sound

appeasing with its beauty




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