My house

My house

has so many doors

however only few

are approachable

My house

has so many kitchens

however,

none has the aroma of plum marmolade

My house

has so many stairs

thata are

impossible to count.

My house

that is not my house

needs daily get-togethers

and crickets behind the chimney





I was looking for you

I was looking for you

in the folds of imagination

I was waiting for your image

unknown to me

I was looking for you

among familiar places

I was hailing your portrait

from my fancy

I was looking for you

even though you were so close

The touch of your palm

seemed

unreal

I was looking for you

in the tangle of memories

You vanished

like a breeze of squall

I will not find you

in the past

in the presence

the future does not show

any hope to look

into your eyes