The Golden Rooster & the Proud Eagle

Alone, in the heart of the British cold-clouded midnight

in the green-brown land of her early youth,
under the grey-orange sky that touches her head with fog and mist,

seeking the healing remedy of old and unhealed wounds,
for a weird-old-tricky-sneaky love full of passionate truth-lies.



Travelling in the heart of the snow-white winter,
crossing the Atlantic for centuries-seconds,
seeking new answers in unfolding-bleeding memories …
Is he a man of honor, a wounded child or a golden rooster?
Is he the same man or just a fearful caricature?

Entrapped in her anticipation, entrapped in his new life,
even they were a breath away, they never met again,
ten years of life and death cannot silent old spells,
but down the L.F. Road, questions remain unanswered,
not for long…. for nothing remains well kept for ever!

She knew already.....no answer was expected.... it takes courage....

no man-entrapped could ever decide about an irrational act of freedom!
Her love was lonely, always, even back then,  and..... always blooded-wounded.
Years passed by,  a real-unconditional love healed every single scar,
memories faded away, the pain evaporated and shifted to a distant ghost.

Under the bloody moon of a lost, passionate and full of illusions "love",
nothing remains the same, without contemporary words of truth and freedom,
for there is so much paradise lost when “goodbyes” remain unsaid forever.
Reflecting on the past, it’s certain that life makes no mistakes,
he has been the Golden Rooster of the coop and she was the proud Eagle of the sky.