RIVER

Dance river, dance with me

to the tone of your blues.

My twisting river

was born of danger

from mountains' blizzards

on a stormy day,

where wind blew power of no scruples

and rain cried on its glassy face.

I try to steer my boat gently

through nature's furies

unavoidable bores

through the piranhas jumping

from muddy depth

and

different creatures

merging from their despair.

0, River

dance, dance with me

to the music of my blues.

Far away

on the horizon

the sun sets a colorful path

and

special light illuminate

my boat

peacefully

crossing

to destination,

but

You,

You River

will dance again

to the music of your blues

for another boat                                             passing through...

QUEST FOR PEACE

I grew up

under falling bombs on

my mother's womb.

I grew up

on black coffee with saccharine.

I grew up

in one room with TB women

coughing on

                  my

                       small

                               spot

                                      of life  

I grew up

playing with human bones

on the ruins of dead city.

           Please

           no more !

           This quest must to be answered

           in the hearts of people like you,

           before

           it is too late

                                again...

...

DON QUIXOTE COWBOY

Ride your lonely horse

through the snow of people's hearts seek love and truth

that is you.

Burn the seeds

from corrupted nests,

lynch the devil's

bullish heads

try to fight

the mills of wind

find your peace

in endless dream

                  that is you

                        lonely eagle

                        riding wild horse

                        through the snow

                        of people's hearts

                        seeking love and truth

                        that is you...

PANTA REI

This is my life

this is my time

this is my inner motion

it is right now.

           I invite you to my castle

           to dance a waltz

           "Waltz Brilliant"

           to blend our chemistry

           in the motion of this time

           just for us

           in our time

           in our inner changing

           right now

           to remember this moment

           which

           already disappears

           as I speak...

...

                     ......in memory of Fryderyk Chopin

HELLO, FRYDERYK

Your short life

is enchanted

in the heart

of music.

Each pulse

of your

wonder

touch

creates

sound

of birch tree singing

with cricket orchestra

sound

of flying birds

over the nest

somewhere

in Poland-land

sound

of running creek

as pearls

on the string of wind.

      Your Polish heart is grand

      as a world's beauty

      on the altar of the Creator.

            Thank you, Fryderyk,

            for sharing with us,

            what God reflected in you

            I am proud to be a part of it...