Melancholic romance

An early spring morning

With a taste of soy milk latte

The crispy chilly air and the rays of sun

Smiles and Edith Piaf music

French brings back the old, the past, the adolescence

Romance,melancholy

Waiting and observing

Bonding with memories

The Portugese stage of my life,

Fado gives spirit

To the old communist blocks

First loves, first lessons, first embraces

First deceptions, first tears,first falls

The love of life, the life of love

Comes alive

On Greek island music now

Oh melancholic romance,

Thou art so sweet!

Late mornings

By late I don’t mean 12 

By late I don’t mean oversleeping 

Late mornings 

When your coffee is a must 

When you hurry at each step 

When you grasp for breath 

When you sweat through all your pores

When your taxi is a snail 

Late mornings 

Are uncomfortable 

Late mornings 

Are a reminder 

That society is unforgiving 

That you must, you must, you must 

Damn it, be on time 

Or before time, ahead of time, on top of time

This freaking time concept 

I hate it! 

Time should serve us

We should not be slaves to time 

So I beg you, please!

Whomever you might be…

My boss, my cat, my friend, my dog, my lover

Allow me to be late 

Just for a little while

Cuz you might be me 

And I might be you 

Just give me some time 

To have my late mornings

It’s not a tragedy 

A crime

A drama. 

One day I will kill ‘Time’

And fearlessly, joyfully 

Bury ‘Early’ and ‘Late’