Bright full moon
Sparkling ocean
My joyful laugh
Fades to a whisper

Finger on my lips
Don’t wake the sleeping
A pair of silent feet

Soft sand buries my toes
Waves rocking a docked boat

Jumping to reach up high
Starry sky
The wind brings the smell of home
A warm pillow

I’m running
And I let out my playful laugh


My Ghost

From my hands
Promises fell
Looking back
Remember well

Then forget it all
A gunshot made a hole
It needs to stay hollow

From my fingers
Glowing traces
Holograms of the things
touched by them

Then erase it all
Water hit the sand wall
Destroy and let it go

Stay behind me
And stop singing
Take your hands off my body
And quit whispering to my ears

Your whole existence disgusts me
the dead me
who I used to be

More Than Here

Be still my beating heart
Out in the dark
A pair of eyes glowing
Under the canopy of big leaves

Crickets making noises
All around me
My heel in the cold water
They’re approaching

Rustle rustle
Out of the bushes
Curious round ears
A happy tail
Oh you little beast
Challenging me fierce

Here, here
Your striped paw
Traces of wet soil
The hunts you saw

Did you know?
You have cousins out there in the wild savanna
Have you ever tasted water so salty and chased away a group of flamingoes?
Brush away the leaves and up there you’ll see stars

Little beast
I’ve seen much more than what you can find in this forest
But here,
At this lakeside we’ll meet again
When you’re big enough
To understand all the bitter knowledge
And the beauty that they keep

A Goodbye

He remembers when he opened that book

Leather cover, with its edges hidden in fur

Before, he already said goodbye to his room

Because inside the book was a long adventure


Into the pages he brought himself

And from the snowy sky he fell


An empty road at a winter night

Street lights and the moon hugged his mind

Brother and sister playing in a house nearby

Wrapped in warmth, the smell of baked pie


The ground abruptly collapsed

He fell and made concrete of his courage

So long, lonely feet on the street!

He grew wings, awakened bird instinct


Floating in mid air, surrounded by the darkness

Nocturnal creatures made noises, but invisible

Sinking deeper, he found a surface

So he landed, in his hand was a pencil


He wanted to draw windows, so he did

A door, a couch, and walls of bricks

He hung stars from the black ceiling

And he drew three playful kids


The door called him, begged him to open it

He drew a cat to accompany him

And entered the door, erased his wings

He arrived in a tunnel, he stepped slowly


Limited vision, water dripping echoed

A cold wind was blowing, where from?

Panic struck, direction lost

Cat meowed, didn’t know where to go


“You shouldn’t have left your room”

He heard a deep voice, his own

“The world has locked doors.

You’re not a child anymore”


His friend had pleaded for him to stay

But he met a smiling keeper of a gate

Who offered him dreams in disarray

So he accepted, as well


He pulled himself out of the book

A journal he had kept for years, his childhood

Now closed, sealed for good

Stories he created, his life’s root

And now he said goodbye to the book

Buried within his memory, under his tomb

With his family weeping up there, under the moon


Goodbyes are never easy

And somewhere out there, he’s walking on his bare feet

It’s Finally Over

A manga by the great Masashi Kishimoto has finally ended. Naruto. The story is finally over. I’m both happy and sad. Why am I sad? Cause this really brings back my childhood memories, where I used to collect every volume of the manga and read each one of them multiple times until some of them got dirty and/or torn.

I decided to read the final chapter and I found myself drowned in tears. It reminds of how much time had passed since I first witnessed the famous orange ninja going around Konoha Village to prank people. Now I just witnessed his son doing pretty much the same thing, while his father had finally fulfilled his long time dream to be a hokage.

What about Sasuke? You don’t know how stirred up my feelings were when I saw the page which showed the childhood version of him and Naruto holding hands, as the background of the more grown up version of them lying on the ground after the long and deadly final battle. This was in the chapter before the final one, by the way.

So yes, I’m in tears while writing this down.