The other end of the world

Hand-painted romantic couples 2

The other end of the dream

Awaits our hands, smiles and hats

I’m constantly saving this love for you

And the battery is overcharged

Does virtual love sending counts?

Uploading, I mean?

Cause I’m uploading a lot

And there is still more…

I feel I have more and more love

To just hug you with

But the words are bound to do that instead of me.

The other end of this world

The other end of time

Holds our happiness bundled up in

this huge bouquet

It is so fresh

And It smells of our skins

It smells of hope

It smells of eternity

It smells of wine

Of truth

And youth

I still keep waiting for you

At the other end of the world

At the other end of the dream.





Niki San and Mari Noko are sitting on the floor in the dining room, drinking tea and playing the card game Makao. Niki San is in his late twenties, tall, slim, with an elegant, regal aura around him. It is hard to tell how his gentleness strikes you more. In the way he looks at you or in the way he moves. Mari Noko on the other hand is tiny and delicate like a flower. You look at her and you immediately think of pink rose buds. I’m sitting quietly on the sofa beside them and my mind wanders off to an unexpected meditative state. Slow and easy just as this Sunday morning. It is cold outside. It is late autumn. Each new minute is late by two to three seconds every hour. Our lives are late as well. Just like the city buses.

I’m becoming aware of the sounds in the flat, I’m aware of the sound the cat makes when she licks her paws and walks with grace on the soft carpet. I’m becoming aware of the romancing energy coming from the dining room. I’m aware of the inviting smell of the tea my friends are drinking. I can hear the sound the cards make when they are thrown on the floor. I can hear the conversation.

-Come on, play your card, says Niki San. I’ve been waiting for far too long.

I can hear Mari Noko throwing her card. Niki San than sighs. He throws his card as well. Jack, he says.

-Which suit are you changing to? -asks Mari Noko.

-The one you do not have. Says Niki San.

I have them all. Come on, tell me. Which one? Mari Noko laughs softly.

-The one you do NOT have, emphasizes Niki San.

-But I have them all. Choose whichever, she laughs on.

-I change it into Heart. You do not have a Heart.

-I have it, she laughs in amusement. Here it is, she says and throws her card.

-You do not have a Heart. You do not have it HERE- dramatically emphasizing the words, Niki San places his hand on his chest.

-Ha ha ha, Mari Noko laughs somehow hesitatingly now. Come on, it is your turn.

Niki San throws another Heart with a dignified gesture.

-I have more of them, babe. Don’t worry. I have them for both of us.

Mari Noko quietly withdraws by the dining table, still sitting on the floor with the hands on her cheeks. She looks sad and it seems like she is troubled by Niki San words. Niki San approaches and places his hand on her shoulder.

Suddenly her face is illuminated by a new feeling.

-I love you, she says. Let’s play another round. I would like to find back my heart.

One beam of light enters the room.

Suddenly, our flat begins to look like a castle. Inhabited by Kings, Queens and Earls.

I hope they all have a heart.




Sometimes…his presence like a light in a room, like a newborn morning…grabs me and I forget I exist…

sometimes…when he is gone, the room is left i darkness and the night black as a devil falls on me…

sometimes….I forget I exist and I need fresh air, I need to hear a spring murmur and go with its flow, I need to be alone so that I can give birth to all the pains my stomach feeds…

sometimes…his words are throwing huge balls of flame at my chest…and I..I’m sometimes without a shield and the battles last for days and nights…sometimes I win using my magical spells…but sometimes I get attacked from all sides by all kinds of beasts and spooks and I can not defend myself so I loose the battle…

sometimes…he helps me escape the evil forces and sometimes he leaves me to learn how to deal with them myself…

sometimes his hand caresses me the moment I imagine his hand caresses me…

sometimes his eyes find mine and they overwhelm them with laughter…

sometimes we believe that we heal the sick with our energy…and we can touch the highest divinities sometimes…

Sometimes he calls me and says ”I’m sorry” at this very moment when I write this and all of a sudden everything I wrote so that I can reduce the pain…all of this…disappears with that simple ”I’m sorry”…