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April 6th 2016: “And so they danced under the dying light”
And so they danced under the dying light. They knew they did not and would not possess time. With the wind their love flew up high, blowing in the great white snows, melting away as the sun rose and set. Everything was going to disappear as the red lights were slowly fading to warm the hearts of others. They wanted to hold on. Hold on to time, hold on to love and these cherished moments… but they were condemned. Condemned to walk alone, banned from this place some like to call forever. And they knew it, they felt it. It was all already slipping through their fingers and they could see themselves a couple of years from now looking back at these two lovers that used to be, that used to shine and that used to dance under the dying light of a purple sky.
April 18th 2016: “What would come my way?”
So I stared into the distance. The horizon was dark with sparks of lightning here and there. The sky was calm, yet exploding stairways to heaven. What would come my way? I thought while gazing in awe at the infinite horizon. I was not afraid, I felt safe and calm within. The electric sky was just a reflection of this energy I had been feeling within me all my life. As the sky tore itself to pieces, I thought of life. So many things had happened to me in the past years, but now, at this very moment, what was coming my way? I tasted the present moment to remember it better a few years from now when I would have an answer to my question. I observed the magnolia tree in front of me. “You are beautiful”, I thought, “just like the life that grows within you, within me and everybody else that is sitting around this table talking their hearts out while nature is giving them a show”. I had stopped talking and was now just smoking my cigars watching darkness wrap her arms around this land I called home. What would come my way? I wanted to go for a walk, run, dance with the wind under the trees – it was all I could think about. I turned to my friends who had now also stopped talking and just like me, were wondering as the sky was being lit up by the fire of life, what would come their way?
June 19th 2016: “Perhaps my gypsy soul was to blame”
I guess I needed some time off and away.
Perhaps my gypsy soul was to blame,
Perhaps I had to escape a world that seemed to have gone insane,
Perhaps I just needed to be myself once again.
So I listened to the beat and let my feet lead the way,
To this unknown place that has become my harbour.
So many horizons, so many joyful faces, that my eyes have seen and have yet to see
This world is a beauty, a pearl of life, a spark of freedom.
My fiery eyes are hungry for this Earth that has become my fascination.
Sitting here watching this bright ball of fire set west,
I realize that there is no place I would rather be,
Because with every sunset comes a sunrise
And I will be here to gaze at this brand new day.
September 17th 2016: Drunk
Have you heard of the lonesome soul,
That calls the great unknown his home,
That walks through fire and battles scars
To know who and what for sure he shall be.
As the flame reaches higher to his soul,
He dances on burning stones,
Ashes from a forever past
That will beat his time as it will come,
Until he learns to break free from its unwanted sorrows
And reach out to the dying lights
September 27th 2016: They said she was a “long time gone”
They said she was a “long time gone”
It was late when they last saw her dancing in her lover’s arms
Both nowhere to be found by the break of dawn.
Must’ve got lost while following a back road into the unknown
Run away together perhaps, they thought but did not know.
Where she has been and what she has seen can only be answered by suspicion
Some say they still hear the sound of her footsteps when Night approaches,
While some swear her silhouette still dances like a joyful ghost in the dusky horizon
Enveloped in her lover’s arms, the Darkness.
September 2016: The Quest
We are all looking for something
Something so strong, so rare
A pearl in an infinite ocean
And so sometimes we forget
That what we are actually seeking,
We already have it within.
And so we keep on searching,
Looking for the colours of our soul,
In somebody else’s eyes
Only to drown in them
Who and what we really are
Somebody else’s soul
Somebody else’s freedom
Somebody else’s dream.
Occasionally we gather
And fly together
Side by side
Whether we are actually flying or falling.
November 14th 2016: You surround yourself with darkness
You shined dark in my heart like a moonless mid July evening sky. What was it about your obscurity that made me see the light that shone and burned within you like a fire of passion?
You surround yourself with darkness; such a friend you think can hide your sorrows away. But they say some eyes are of a different kind and can see right through the shadows of a stranger’s soul. Tell me, my dear unknown fellow, what is that burning light I seem to feel raging within your heart? Why silence your cries for life, for love, when they are the reason why you are the unique person that you are? Hush, my friend. Take my hand, for you can now trust, and let us give in together to the fire of passion.
December 5th 2016: Before I die longing for you
Just like the morning sunbeams embrace and golden the snowy mountaintops, spread your warmth on my cold cold skin and let me feel the love again. Let me taste your crimson lips and savour this flavour long forgotten while feeling love under your fingertips. Dance with me, even though they stare. Hold me tight, even tighter if you dare, so that they know we don’t belong to them any more. Kiss me now and send me high.
As your eyes glow staring into mine, fire rages in our untamed hearts – we’re about to break the walls – break them all. I guess the forbidden fruit must have been tasty and left our sister wanting more, ‘cause it’s now in our blood – we were meant to be naughty.
So come on now, come away with me and become my journey. For a night, let me travel within your infinity. Darkness wrapped her arms around my conscience but I now see stars, so many stars in those burning eyes that stare right into mine – do you see them too? I feel like the universe is listening – how can it not be? Yes, the universe is here with us tonight as we stand under the firmament of eternity – this was meant to be – can you feel it too?
Hush. Shut up. Kiss me. Kiss me again and again ‘till the world that lies at our feet crumbles to dust and disappears, ‘til there’s nothing left but you and me.
I want to make love to you, so kiss me now before I die longing for you.
June 22nd 2013: A Midnight Call from Madness
How long will this last? How long will this big blue ball keep on turning and spinning?
Until the light at the end of the tunnel bursts into flames and a magnificent purple dragon comes rushing by with a song in his head and the people finally stop, and stare, and listen.
They listen to the beat, the heart and the soul within the beast. They see themselves standing in the lines and waiting while life just passes them by. They recognize the tears on the child’s red and blue cheeks and they wonder… what if?
The cars that surround them suddenly take on frightening appearances and they wonder… what if?
They smell the smoke ghosting out of the chimney tops and they look up to the sky where a plane passes by and they wonder… what if?
They feel the ground trembling, suffering, begging for this machinery to end and they wonder… what if?
They retire back to their childhood where life seemed green, blue and yellow like a Crayola drawing and they wonder… what if?
Where has the sun’s smile fled to? Why does this earth feel flat and square? Why has the sky turned grey and where is the snow disappearing to? Why are the poles cracking into deep blue and dark grey oceans and why are we letting Noah’s boat sink? How come we’re the only ones with life jackets on while our brothers and sisters swim to a shore where we wait for them with silver guns and red, white and blue petals?
Please, please, please. Somebody, anybody – you, me, them, us – together! What if we all gave a hand? What if we thought twice before buying what we eat and drink and think we need? What if we started walking and talking and dancing like crazy people who have nowhere to go? What if we started being true to ourselves and the people who surround us? What if we woke up from this insanity – this dreadful illusion that we are too blinded to see?
Silently, the piano shuts and the people of the world, in the tick of a clock, rush through the streets, back to their offices – mountains of unnecessary piles – back to their business and to forgetfulness.