OLD MIRROR

Fifty ugly spots in the mirror
Mediocre old crystal with the cracks of time
I don’t recognize what’s within your frame anymore
A strange aged figure who looks back at me
Destroyed presence who only shows the hours
Mirror old mirror, who was the most beautiful of all?
The stain of the years have shattered your figure
Leaving not sparkle left from your far gone youth
Little by little your image is fading
The image you’re showing me is not alive anymore.

TIME TO KILL

Don’t tell me you have time to kill
When you have time to murder
Murder the opportunity to learn
To love what’s alive around you
To experience life at its fullest
Please, don’t tell me you’re bored
When you’re missing the joy of being alive
The sounds, colors, smells and flavors
Humanity and its craziness that keeps running to nowhere
Laughing at the ugliness of what it has created
Don’t waste your time complaining that you have nothing better to do
Your life is short, as short as any
Late will be the day when you finally realize
That you have murdered your chance to learn
When you run out of time to love what surrounds you
Experience life at its fullest
The simplicity in the joy of being alive
Sounds, colors, smells and flavors
When you find yourself running to nowhere
Laughing also at the ugliness you have developed
Because you found nothing better to do
During your life that was as short as any other.

MY LOVE IS BIG

My love is big
Like closing my eyes and seeing you for the very first time again
I don’t remember what you wore
I don’t even remember what you said
But I will always remember that look
The smile when you finally saw me in person
The sparkle in your eyes
The shiver we gave to each other when we touched
Our first kiss and those that followed
My love is big
Like when I open my mouth to say I love you
And not having enough words to say it
To express the immensity of what I feel
All the different sensations of when I’m with you or when I’m not
My love is big
Like the sea of goosebumps when I touch you or when you touch me
And it gives me the creeps when we don’t
My love is big
Like the sweetest melody when I hear your voice
When you call my name and say “I love you “
My love is big
It might take the rest of my days to express it to you to it’s fullest
To figure out how to show to you
Because I don’t find words big enough
Nor actions as big as I need them
To express what I feel
But if I run out of time
If death finds me before I complete the task
I just want you to know that I try my best
That no matter what I said and what my actions were
My love for you is there
And it always will be . . . for eternity because . . .
My love is big.

IF WE LOOK AT YOUR FACE DURING YOUR LAST SECONDS OF LIFE, YOUNG MAN

I don’t know your name
I’m sure I never will
Nor the name of those masked men who did it
When I saw your face during your last seconds alive, young man
They were hanging you in a public place
And I also saw the faces
Faces that remind me, the other faces,
Hateful faces of the ladies at the tea party
Who are planning to bring the same law that killed you to my land
From Iran to America
I saw your face during your last seconds alive, young man
With my mouth wide open my jaw fell to the floor
I felt so impotent, so incapable of doing anything, not even crying
Not for you
Not for the fourteen year olds who were also hanged not to long ago
Killed in the very same way for loving each other
And in the name of that God, Oh God,
Murders of innocence and love you’re claiming to act
Impunity around the world and in our own backyard
When the ladies at the tea party smile
Their sadist plan is about to be fulfilled
Destroying every opportunity we might have
To ensure happiness with our loved ones
It was not fear but rage
When I saw your face during your last seconds alive
But I promise you young man from Iran:
I will hold the hand of my partners until the end
I will uncover the swastika embroidered in the table cloths
I will love my love in public
I will ask for my right as a human
And I will show the picture of horror to the world
When I saw your face during your last seconds alive, young man
Because nor you, nor the teenagers deserved to die.
I will scream to change directions at once
To stop going backwards, our life is ours
I will uncover the real message of love
The Jesus that we all should be and not the one at the cross
To honor him and the rest of the prophets who die for the same cause
To learn the real and simple lesson of love
I will stop all religions that only teach us to hate
I will stop all the politicians who only want to separate us and conquer
I will stop the madness and welcome a new era of love
This I promise to myself:
Every time I see your picture again,
That picture that’s engraved in my mind,
You during your last seconds, alive,
And for those teenagers who also died too young
To stop their festivity and spoil their tea
Because I don’t want to see more pictures like these
Not in Iran, not in America, not in any part of the world
This last picture of you should inspire us
Every time we look at your face during your last seconds alive, young man. . .

FIFTY

Fifty, what a number
I’m scared, a year away
Fifty, what a number
So hard to see, so hard to feel
Fifty, what a number
Then I close my eyes
Waiting for the inevitable
Wishing to defy gravity
Knowing it’s impossible
Sooner or latter it will be fifty
Fifty, what a number
No fifty kisses, no fifty roses
Not even fifty smiles, all of them leaving marks
Not even fifty cries, there were more . . . way more sad.
A life without glory, only scars
Fifty scars may be
Fifty, oh what a number
Because it is not just fifty, but my fifty
Fifty, what a number
And I’m so scared a year away.

TWENTY FOUR HOURS

Twenty four hours
Was the time between uS
End of an era beginning of anotheR
Nothing will separate us, I belong to yoU
Time to be together, no more playing solO
Young love as it is, we will create an ark as NoaH
For us to navigate a sea of love togetheR
On us the valour to love, and me and yoU
United in desire, love that never says nO
Reborn after each fight, never be ofF
Hand in hand, we will walk silentlY
Orbiting our own world lets just forgeT
Unhappy times when we decided to take actioN
Resolution to travel and become onE
Solution after we commit and voW
Twenty four hours . . . saluT.

ZOE, BEAUTIFUL CREATURE

As little as you can be
As light as a feather
Sweet like pure sugar
That hasn’t been refined
You opened your big eyes and smiled at me
Grabbing my thumb and pulling me closer to your heart
As little as you can be
As light as a feather
Fragile, tiny thing in my big arms
Still you know and trust
I will hold you with care
While I cradle you and look how you move
Those small, shaky and uncontrollable dances of yours
And I start smiling back at you
Feeling you even closer to my heart
And while I hold tight closer
I also dance to your rhythm
And think how beautiful you are
As little as you can be
And light as a feather.