50

There is a trace of spring in the wind
blowing through the branches waving hello,
still naked.

The snow,
only traces left
pathetic excuses of old white downfall

Hope brewing,
lighter at heart,
smiling more often now.

Hello mild breezes.
Goodbye mittens and wooly hats

49

Carefully putting one piece upon the other.
Tower of blocks destined for great heights.
Wiggling and trembling,
fearing a gust of air.

Pieces not perfect are not very good to staple.
Blocks with uneven sides.
Multiple colours.
Different letters and numbers not suited for kids.

But I guess that´s just the ways blocks should be.

48

I have decided on everything but the moment.
The right one,
none other will do.

I have decided on everything but the metal.
How it will catch the light and the eyes of onlookers.
I know what I´m looking for.

Really I haven´t decided much
apart from the truth behind it all.

I see certainty. I see future.
I see love and I feel it.

47

I don´t mind
if you do a little killing.
As long as it´s only killing time.

Ass down.
Feet up.
Back back.
Relaxing and watching the passing of time.

Seeing it curling up on the floor in agony
flinching as it draws its final minute breath.
Killing time is not entertaining...

It´s just killing time.

46

He is the master of disguise.
He's both short and tall
slim and obese,
and nobody knows his name.

His eyes are many colors
his hair both short and long
the only thing that's certain
is the darkness of his soul.

You'll never know if you met him
but you probably have.
If the hairs on your arms
and on the back of your head
suddenly stood frozen
along with your skin...

He was there.

45

Will it never stop?
This up and down motion
that isn't going forward.

Stuck in a wagonwheel.
I am on the brink of surrender.

Days fade into each other.
Groundhogday haunting.

I must break this cycle.
I must set me free somehow.