HIS FLIGHT

Memories and plesanteries
And roughness in the ride
A moment its all over
Another a road wide
Magic of the mountains,
Stolen silver of the moon
Dangled in his backpack
He who sold his silver spoon
For the heart of a bohemian
And assets of a kite
You'd pass him as an average
Till you saw him in his flight.
His freckles are too common
Worries not too light
But clutch that heart from falling
If you saw him in his flight.

STRANGER, YOU SEE

Stranger,I could tell you my name,
But then I'd be a word to you,
Or I could say where my house is built,
Be where the bylane breaks in two.
Or would you ask my purpose instead?
But then you see...you won't know
Who I am indeed.
You'd know a word,attach a role.
Acquaintances we'll part
Without a soul.
So let me tell you what I dreamt last night,
Forest fires and snowfalls white.
I saw terrains shiefting their place,
I saw forever;
I saw your face.
Stranger, you see,in a world so wide,
A city so breathless,there is a street..
What else can it but pure magic be,
Defying all distance,we destined to meet!