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- Blues song An un common day ________________ I breathed the heavy air Of an uncommon day, “once upon a time” said the old blind man, But I didn’t care about him, Just only about the soul, It was an uncommon day. I walked through my dreams With my spirit in my hands, The heavy heart is knocking on my door, But I didn’t care about it, Just only about the soul, It was an uncommon day. The pain is still waiting for Weak people to scare, With its bright blue eyes hidden in the dark, But we didn’t care about it, Just only about the soul, It was an uncommon day. Three owls on a red tree With big silver feathers , Six eyes full of curiosity are watching me, And now I care about them, With a sad song in my soul, It was an uncommon day.
May 15, 201300 - The boat Judy was low. She never saw the stars like that night. Perhaps she was looking for signs of solace from the sky but it never answered her questions, never got her the presence of God, never got a friendship sign. Only the stars, a lot of lighting stars, beautiful jewelry but they weren’t enough. She always liked walking through the night but that night was too dark for her, no noise around her, all the dark edges of the old buildings were free of details, deleted from her tears . She was crying without any sound, only a big empty space in her head, a stone in her heart, the certainty of having lost everything. She was walking aimlessly when a boat catch her attention. A sparkling light from the top of the boat was lighting the coast of the river tearing the deep dark. She didn’t know what they were looking for. She didn’t care. She was hypnotized by that strong light. From the middle of the bridge she had a good sight of the boat on the river but she noticed that the sparkling light had deleted all the stars upon her. From the sky no God, no signs, no stars. It was winter. The icy water of the river cooled instantly her heart. She could not swim and during her slow going down her sad eyes saw thousands of little lights, a lot of lighting stars, beautiful jewelry but they weren’t enough.
May 14, 201310 - A Common Woman Which is her best time during his work? The one spent going at work. She loves going out from her building and breathe the cold wind of the early morning, watching on her left and her right catching a glimpse about the people she is surrounded from. She loves the fat woman with that embarrassing pink hat during her bad attempt to have a stroll with that small dog similar to a big rat. “ It would be better to put on a diet.” She thought. She loves that half-blind man sit on that rusty bench with his big magnifying glass supported on that old book. She noticed that in the last two month he was able to read only two or three pages. “ It would be better to choose another hobby.” She thought. And what about that red hair mother with two sons , perpetually in late, fighting with them in the aim to go together at school with that too small yellow car. “It would be better to buy a biggest car.” She thought . She loves to walk across the park through the green trees, she loves the smell of cherry blossoms and them pure white color. “It would be better to plant peach trees.” She thought. She came out of the park and she was crossing the road while a bus hit and killed her. “It would be better to cross the pedestrian crossing” People thought.
April 22, 201320 - Lost. Who am I? Where am I? I’m feeling lost , I’m not able to see anything, I can’t listen any sound, any noise. I lost my mind, I’m going crazy. I try to fly into this undefined black sky, I try to swim into this deep dark sea with no one lighthouse as lifeline. The silence is so strong that I can hear my heartbeat. Where are my parents? Where are my sons? I need to fight to looking for them, I must find them. No love , no feel, no life when we are lonely. Suddenly I hear a far sweet voices of children. I open my eyes, I was sleeping, It was a nightmare. My sons are playing in the garden in a warm shining spring day while my wife is reading a book. Now I know which is the meaning of nightmares. To taste that sweet sensation of the beautiful moments of our life. That are the few.
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