There is a beauty
in summer
in the warm winds
caressing your hair

There is a beauty
in sunshine

In endless days
slumbering by
reading Derek Walcott
and Charles Baudelaire.

There is a happiness
in summer
of bright skies
and ice cream parlors.

of fond memories
and fonder friends

For the joys of summer
are never truly forgotten.

I opened the door
to our studio apartment

To collect the strewn memories
That you have left
In the bedroom
on the kitchen floor
Looking over the balcony.


And everytime
I asked myself, darling!
Why me?
Why us?
Why now?

As the tiring night quietly forgot
The dying of the sun
rose the splendid moon
to bless the night

3 am on an October night
As I opened the windows
overlooking the treacherous life
of a man in his early sixties

a life of inks and papers
a newspaperman
In the digital age

of rushing days
and hectic afternoons
late-night cafes
and morning blues

I remembered
every tick and clang
of the quiet sound of travelling time

On Avenue 57
beneath the blinding sun
Her breath is a touch of Magic

Her embrace is just a friendship

Like dust upon stones
She completes our journey

Here on Avenue 57
We are just friends
On a blooming field of gold