Unbinding borders of complexity unified
Through flamboyant communication means.
Antiquity named it by its deeds
Stemming from castra, chivalry and masculinity
Audacious bod, brandishing fierce coats-of-arms
While bashfully subdued to nature’s attributes.
From its core in an island in bloom
To its surface mirroring stilt houses and flying balloons,
Sweet apples and wine remind sojourners of its taste
While it feels like sun on its canvas of Mediterranean hues.
And when it represents traditions and cutting edge feelings
In three hugs, a hand-shake or a friendly servus
It’s a culturally attired melting pot of Europe
To explore so that one can learn, to adopt so that one can love.
And so its shores beholding hopes and dreams
At the threshold where reality sets sail to explore fantasies
Are the immutable purveyor of waves humanly entwined
Carrying, upon their crystalline beliefs, the sequel of life.
Ü, Berlin
Vastness of cosmopolitan weaving over marshy spaces
Gathered in eclectic clusters of styles and tendencies
You’re like a poor chameleon, arduous to adapt and diversify
As soon as the onerous time passes you by with its spotlight.
Populous and popular in theme
Engraved by an unsettled history of three million heartbeats
They seem to have forgotten your etymology
Replaced by a hugging bear at your Ishtar gate of Greek virtues.
To complete history’s reminiscence with geographical cachets
Of twelve downtowns, fashioned from castles to Plattenbau
Your highlights display human vintage with glamour names
Smouldered by unknown juvenescent faces.
For you’re the city of Marlene, exhibiting a lot of Marilyn
Of high-avenue puppets against low-street mannequins
The big screen projecting Hollywoodian reveries
Directed with scripts and impromptus to cajole reality.
An idiosyncratic array imbues in colours all your limbs
But where lies the core of your luminescence?
Is it the high-tech Platz, the bourgeois play with lime-tree sceneries,
Or maybe the Funkturm film, with all social marks in one storyline?
The moonlit scene fumbles for your wells of passion
You, city of arts, motions, carnivals and cultures
Where the millions of eyes with peregrine curiosity
Don’t feel for the blueprint, rather live the pixels of your images.
In this amphitheatre of directors, visitors and actors
During the intermission, your lens may capture just one sparkle
Two eyes close-up, one love up-close, from the path of fate into your cityscape
Meant to portray a time-lapse glow, which will perpetuate
Your seed, your universe.
Smiles
You see them pass by, sojourners of your life
Some stop to dazzle your train, fogging the horizon of its trails,
Others share with you their path to construe visions alike
Yet just a few will reflect the glimmer of your eyes.
Despite human reasoning to expect so that you can give
You keep yourself naïve and share without prerequisites
One smile of solace, two for care, three: for the deepest feeling
You lose too much so that you win towards the dawn of dreams.
But here it comes, as if from an outdated track, the one changing all sounds
Replete with déjà vu and tempting mysteries alike
You dance away , eyes closed on an open soul, grasping it to the core
You strum and drum with all you hold the purpose of its melodies.
Yet, was it him reflecting you, or rather you reflecting him?
When your heart speaks its sways to him, is that a weakness or a virtue?
On the new track, you blithely steer an ad-hominem reasoning
You live one smile alone, amid the same collage of love, weaving destinies.
(April 2011)
The Path
One day
I took a road narrow and long,
with cracking beams of wood hurting my feet, tiring out patient horizons
aiming for old and new in the same truth;
it searched for you and couldn’t shape you
until long time had walked by my side
for me to realize
that I was never alone
and you were with me after and before,
giving me strength with your glow,
carrying my burden secretly
everytime I found serenity,
leaving with me a precious gift to wear for eternity –
your memory.
(January 2010)
The Unicorn
There he goes, wild and kind
Running free on open fields
His own passion to grasp
To the end of significances and back
At confines to stand out
Eyes to bewilder, feelings to wake up
In pain or broad grins
Like a squire of love, flaunting a blade of two sides.