The smile of a moon and some green eyes

The smile of a moon and some green eyes

I stared at the moon last night,
her full, silver smile
tickling the shy sky
and I thought,
she must’ve seen you,
walking along Arroyo Seco
or camping,
by Lake Tear of the Clouds;

Your eyes
in green and sparkles,
locking virgins and darkness
in flames, fierce,
and those lips,
musings for the skin;
your hands,
binding sunsets and memories
of a past in oblivion.

Seasons have changed, twice,
from the blooming sour cherries
to the summer rain,
from the lush grapes in vineyards
to the window crystals
carving winter life,
I’ve lost the count on
nonsense and lonely nights,
on loves dying without
honesty and candle lights,
but I still remember
the shade of green in your eyes.

* * * * *

To Alex …

Blue Moon on


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


Alone with the sand


Alone with the sand

there’s a fidgeting
in the sea tonight,
morbid lullabies,
knitting the shadows
of the waves and
the entombment
of the twilight.

coral reefs against humidity,
ships dancing
on the edge of salt
and the moon running scared
in terror,
that she will not find love,
she will not see
the chosen face,
but keep looking at
the ridiculously bluish sea,
keep searching
the Delphic ocean
for pearls and illusions,
for more than
a glimpse of imagination.

there’s a trap, a Siren’s fate,
blindly accepted after
the tide of a heartbreak.
there’s a time casting anchor,
to vanish, to mourn,
to swallow the soreness,
detached from the stars,
alone with the sand.


Inspired by Cancao do mar- Dulce Pontes


“Stand alone” by Tom Araya on

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Sci-fi world

To become a human

On a planet X, Martian girl- tourist, dressed in stardust and silk,
waits on a queue and speaks to her personal Moon.
“The hours on the waiting line are worth” – she says,
and step after step, to the emerald salesman she moves.
With the speed of the light it was supposed to be,
but alas, time froze, the orbits were on strike again.
She thought of astronauts, she prayed for iron rain,
she dreamed of umbrellas that will hide her antenna
and when she finally reached the counter,
her nikon eyes, her smile in innocent tungsten, crossing gigabites,
faced the solar robot, selling all kind of artificial goods:
“One ticket to the Earth please and advice how can I fit in a human outfit?


“Miss Martian Digital Dream Girl” by Jason Canty on


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