Separate

There was a time 

I was able to separate

Had the skill in every state
In which

I could kiss and tell

Whether it was heartfelt.

There was a time 

I could differentiate

Some were for fun
And others fate

Detached from emotion

Not all meant deep affection.

Then you came along
Neither for the thrill
Nor for the long haul
And it had been a while
Since I had that much
Fun and Confusion.

Doubted my head
Once I realized

That our kisses
Were heating up
With the unsaid

Was it fun or fate.

No longer could I separate
My heart had to migrate
Impossible to tell apart
Our kisses had to have a heart

And I was certain again

What a stellar feeling
To feel again, like a human being.

Turtle

Small changes are always big steps:

It does not mean that things move slowly

That they will not have better and long-lasting impact.

Maybe we have to argue

Maybe we have to argue

Let our ugly side ensue

To test whether or not

We are really that glued.

Maybe it is necessary

To check the natural nasty

If we are when petty things occur

A presage for stormier weather.

Maybe it is for our sake

Raise our voice in conflict

See if we are strong enough

When life is more than tough.

Because when times are good
Our friendship is much valued

We are as lovely
As we will ever be
An unbreakable link
And no ship to sink.

But it is when times are rough
That persuades if love is enough

We are divine
When times are fine
But our ability to sort things out
Will see if we will ever fall out.

Hold my hand

Hold my hand

Show me the way

Through the crowd

And right to your cloud

A labyrinth of people

A throng of obstacles

I cannot advance

Unless I follow your glance

Do not let me go

Nor break the flow

My heart is on my sleeve

That your fingertips perceive

One thing leads to another

And we will not tumble over

As long as I will hang on to

The paradise that binds us two.

BERLIN

Berlin
Lets me be

Have it all
And agrees

Granting

All my quirks

All bits of me;

Berlin
Trains me

Inspirits my soul

To be loyal
Become faithful

To my
Nature.

The pace
Sets the tone
The hours
Are long

I am one
At extremes
And I am
Prime
in Berlin.

Every street
Has a story
Each corner
Its deep music

I leave my own trace
This unrivaled city
I embrace
Here, I belong, Berlin
 Morning till dawn.

Anticipate

Sometimes it is what we anticipate

The memories we already create

It is so brilliant before it happens

Certain of a tragedy in the end.

Sometimes it is emotions that saunter

The imaginative mind that wanders

Nurturing different expectations

Feeding the soul with specific visions.

Maybe it is the moments that precede

The dreams and the hopes that are still unclear

That will determine the growth of the seed

Maybe it is the joyous thought or pain

That will make a situation that way

Because are we ever shocked if it rains?