The Hope [ For Bahar,a friend whose name is the beginning of life ]

I write your name in green o green;
on the wet pots of belief and expectation.

Till this hope grows inside me;
to the small brittle sprouts of spring.

The War 2 ( The Prayer )

In the name of war;
the compassionless and the merciless.

In the name of war;
the one who destroys and is loveless.

In the name of war;
the one who kills the children.

In the name of war;
the one who eliminates all men.

In the name of war;
the one who sets everything on fire.

In the name of war;
the one who shoots at the heart of desire.

In the name of war;
the one who is the enemy of life.

In the name of war;
the one who cuts you like a knife.

In the name of war;
the one who dislikes to wish and to hope.

In the name of war;
the one with whom we can not cope.

In the name of war...

The Table

The men behind the big round table;
they are always in power and able.

They talk to each other all the time;
they never even do waste a dime.

They make important decisions for you and me;
they know we are blind enough not to see.

They buy and sell what ever they could;
they do not make an exception,or they would.

They drink French cognac and smoke Cuban cigars;
they fancy transportation in American cars.

They shake hands and kiss each other's faces;
they do not leave behind them no traces.

The men behind the big round table;
they are quite in power and able.

The War

The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.


Sergeant shouts in a glorious way:
"let's make it our own special day

hey boys come on now!
we ain't here for fun now

no fucking creature remains alive
move!I wanna watch the show live

we ain't here to think and talk
our orders are to kill and walk

don't let no one in here escape
let me see you're in such a good shape".


And the little girl comes with a flower in her hand;
she wants to join the concert,to join the band.

The brave soldiers open fire at her;
no wonder that she does not care!

Her parents are killed in the bombardment;
when peacefully having dinner in their apartment.

Now everything is finished and the evil is dead;
and sergeant got a medal for what he had led.


The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar.
The waves of war roar,
in the sea of hatred and more...

The Road

From which road you return?
Through which road the storm,
that reaches me so dark,
ends?
Along which road the rain,
that pours down on me so cold,
stops?
From which road,
ah,which road,
you return?

The Exile

You have the strenght to cry,
you have the desperation to reach,
and you have the necessity to see.

Tears form a circle in your eyes,
and farewell is a rainy road
along the exile.

O forever traveller!

Time does not wait for you,
and destination is much invisible;
so,do not travel without a thought,
and do not travel without a word.

O forever traveller!

May the hands of reminiscences
always be with you,
cause danger is ambushing you
in the corner of each alley.

The Escape

It is late at night,
turn off the light!
I am afraid of the looks usurpation.

The wind blows;
the crazy wind blows towards us
from the mountain side,
and I do not feel in secure.

It is late at night,
and our time is tight;

come on,let us go,
come on!
before the wind reaches us,
we should be gone.

The Toy

O boy!
What a fabulous toy;
When you touch her,
she sings for you like a doll.
When you talk to her,
she does not hear you at all.
When you put your arms around her,
she does not care,
if you surround her.
And when you leave her in the box,
she says:what the hell,life sucks.
Boy o boy;
What a disastrous toy!

The Solitude

Till the night opens in your eyes,
till the moon appears on your face,
till the stars in your hair
create a new sensation,
and the breeze
blows upon your air;
let me hang on to my solitude,
let me rise and
smell the blossom of lonelyness.

The Confluence

The unrestrained clamour
has called the feast of broken dolls
in requisition.

The confused slaves of darkness
uselessly dance away in thirst
of wickedness and joy.

Alas,the night ends,
in poisonous mist of destruction,
before it joins the eternity,
in the confluence of a glance and a mirror.

Alas,the day comes to witness,
the silence of man's sense,
with a bitter farewell kiss,
on the dizzy lips of night.

The Passage

What a great desire
to break free,
and what a restless delight
to fly at night.

In the limit of a passage
the shadows are raising an uproar;

What a mirage.
What a mirage.

In the haste of a smile
an agitation is running about;

What a great desire,
and what a delusion.
What a hopeless silence,
and what a portionless sensation.

The Nightmare

What is it darling?
What made you frightened?
I know,
There were just a few gun shots.
Did anyone scream?
Don't be afraid!
It's nothing.
Listen!
You hear the bird singing?
Maybe it's not raining anymore,
maybe tomorrow...
Don't be afraid!
Sleep!

The Narration

I hear the sound of irons rough collision,
the sound of heavy contact of those cold surfaces,
and this sound
has always been with me
since my child hood,
and it's strange sad echo
yet grafts my moments
to the past.
Ah,
what a disaster this ascension is;
I am the son of steel age,
but my heart is not made of steel,
my arms can not even bear
the burden of villainy,
my body breaks,
and I have never been
the incarnation of old heroes,
and yet never will be
the hero of beautiful tales;
this is my narration.

The Dream

Come with me!
I sit you on the leaf
of my dream-plant,
and grow you
to the land of cotton clouds.
There,
you will take a ride
on a piece of cloud,
and luminous,
return to your own land.

The Promise

If it was in my power,
from the green garden of happiness,
I would fetch an eternal bloom,
and left it in the glassy vase of your heart.

And if it was in my power,
from the blue sky of soundness,
I would catch an immortal bird,
and freed it in the papery cage of your mind.

And if we were there,
from the warm shore of kindness,
I would pick an ancient shell,
and with a tie of promises,
hung it from your neck.

And if freedom,
was not more than a word,
we would never let it fall out,
from the tip of our tongues.

The Distance

Over my sea,
which is always stormy;
to your delta,
which is quiet and untroubled;
only the sky can witness;
only the sky can say:
how the fishes of my waters,
have seen the sands of your shore
in their dreams;
to warmly accept their death,
and their infants,
turn in to the amphibian
that demand the sea,
as much as the shore.

From my sea
to your delta;
the distance is a life
to a death.

The Mirage

Everything I thougth true,
was nothing but a mirage;

My faith in you,
was an escape from me.