the beautiful things

a drop of myst
running through my head
escaping the winter-fall
of my lust
.
a pretty girl
standing right next to you
believing in god
for a minute
.
a big umbrella
protecting your image
retrieving all waters
from hell
.
an enormous apple
juicy to the bone
spreading its scent through fields
of green concrete
.
the beautiful things
the simple and clean
the marvelous rings
of objects around us
.
a bicicle race
amidst the river,
against the current
and up the hill
.
a pair of jeans
from flesh heaven
making their first stand
on the sidewalk of my imagination
.
a sweet silent sunrise
speaking of you,
making way for nostalgy
to come in me
.
memories of your eyes
memories of your hair
memories of you saying hi
.

AMARO EFTIMIO