05 Jul 2020

Category: Poetry



A stormy poem expressing the intrinsic battles and struggles to overcome hardships, moments of darkness and doubt, when one wishes to wield the powers of nature to wash away everything that’s not pure.


August, Rain, South 

On a hot summer day in August, the rain was coming. I loved this game between the sun, the clouds and the coming rain: as if they were little kids playing hide and seek. In the end, the game had to end… but the rain showed me the way south.