In This Floating Mega City
In this intergalactic mega city,
that floats through another Milky Way,
I found my way to see the hundreds of planets
and stars passing by on my holographic display.
I see them like human species. Each one
has a heart pulsing inside of their core.
Each one has a beautiful body
twirling and dancing in galactic waltz.
Some planets cover their faces
with mistic vails of floating clouds
and enjoy the kisses of its cosmic rain.
Others attract spinning meteorites in delight;
burst happy volcanoes and ash in love
with their moons. Planets greet
fancy comets that pass them by,
say “hello” and whisper “good bye”.
They cover with cape of galactic dust
dry veins of rivers that used to run in the past;
they cure hundreds of wounds of hitting compacts.
They know how to heal by spinning the time.
Like humans, they tango in pairs. They clash,
make allies of mystical galaxies and majestic clusters.
In their nebula-built neighborhoods
they share events and handle all galactic disasters.
Stars have spectacular birthdays and one day,
they die, just like us... But for now, in this stellar
mega city
floating through another Milky Way,
I enjoy their magnificent intergalactic display.
The Train of Love
“Every
train has its own passengers”
– Bulgarian proverb
Swallow
your tears, girl.
I
will wipe out one,
you
swallow the rest.
Don’t
cry. Get up!
Tears
give wrinkles and shadows;
and
darken the face.
Don’t
cry. Your train
to the
City of Love
haven’t
arrived yet.
You
are too early on this station.
So,
wait. The weather will change,
the
sun will be bright,
all
wagons will shine.
The trip will be so cushy and sweet;
thus,
you can sleep in the palms
of
your significant one
who
will make you laugh.
Your
real-life trip
will
be full of love, real love
that
will put smile on your face
and
grow butterfly wings
on
your heart.
-
All the way to the last destination.
I
know, with time,
we
all will wrinkle a bit, get droopy chicks
and
maybe we’ll have not the same smile.
Oh,
never mind! Never mind!
You
are so young!
Your
happy train Your train
to
the City of Love will arrive.
See,
you already smile.
That
means, the true love
is
somewhere nearby
looking
for you.
Don’t
cry, pretty girl...Just smile!
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