POEMS

as Hemingway

would say

we would be

together

read our books

with the windows

largely opened

during hot

summer nights.

I would tell you

that Hemingway is

such a genius!

so is Bukowski!

you would reply.

“I don’t hate people.

I just feel better

when they

aren’t around.”

you hater!

do you feel

better

when I’m far away

too?

we would spend

our weekends

lazy in bed

watching

Fellini and Tarkovsky

movies

or kissing

between

Caravaggio and Monet.

you’re such

an idiot

but

I love you!

would be my

honest declaration.

you’re so damn crazy

but so do I!

we would be together

for a lifetime

talking about

Plato, Socrates,

Marcus Aurelius,

and

trying to

find out

why on Earth

we needed

to meet

that autumn night?

***

they will teach you

how success is measured

in bank accounts,

social titles,

and Moët champagne

on yachts in Monaco,

how you’re supposed

to work, work, work

till you’re being

a living zombie

full of dark coffee

and lost hopes.

they will tell you

some beautiful lies

and you will smile

thinking that

‘this is how life is

supposed to be!’

but this is not

their story,

this is your life!

your one and only,

find the

courage

and write it

with

your own ink!

you want to escape

a successful life

full of

superficial people

and lies?

run!

just don’t stay

where you fell

that

you’re dying inside.

we’ll all die,

one day,

but how many

are still feeling

alive?