Tag Archives: survival




was dreaming of

sunny awakenings

sweet cuddling and

words few – tight together

was getting out to say


good morning – gratitude

will not fail me

a smile in spite

of everything


I will hold



my hands



To The End


we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs

jump for joy

the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out

slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars

he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender


© 2013


In Sickness – Three Steps




winter came early

this year to me

and to so many

others counting

the dead ones

holding tight

to a thin opening

of breath whistling

almost in an out my

house old all of a sudden


I do repeat I love you

to my self five times

at day more really

because it helps

my lungs relax

I feel larger

than life



to myself

I do love you

hold on tightly


all shall pass one day

not today maybe

please not




Chapel of the 1348 -1478- 1576-1930 Plague, Italy.


Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Survival – July 2014



Easter ceased to exist
I didn’t even realize
but it was gone

I went on a battle
field and inhabited
a barrack there

it moved with me
across the world I had
plenty of ammunitions

each moving object
was my target I had
no more spirituality

my religion was survival



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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started last year on July 2013.

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