Monthly Archives: July 2015


Yesterday I heard something by the window –
Two staccato taps. She was standing outside, waiting.

I waited.

After a short while the same two taps.
Two taps, I like to believe, to be noticed.
Another two taps on the glass
And I’m in love with her again.


On Dreaming Or, How I Love Dreams

Ever had a dream so good you did not wish you’d wake up?

I did. Twice.

In both instances I dreamed of you. And I felt so happy.

And I did not wish to wake up, because I knew that waking up would mean ending something beautiful, something that I know would be impossible in the reality of wakefulness.

Sometimes I wonder whether these are the reasons why after I woke up everything I saw afterwards suddenly became a shade paler, and music became duller to the ears. Nothing could compare to the vividness of a false memory that I could barely remember. Nothing could beat the vividness and joy of being with your company, even if I could only be with you in fleeting dreams.