Hey Papa

I kept your picture in my head

I always remember what you said

I breathe your inspiration

By your grave, I’m standing ovation

I’ll always be grateful to you

I was truly lucky to have you


Walking beside the river

You think I’ll forget you, but never

Never can I forget you, Papa

You were there every time I fell

Life without you is more like hell

You comforted me through the sound of thunder

Your words were always tender


You always tried to raise me better

But then you quit my life, I thought you were no quitter

I hope you find peace wherever you are

You were and will always be my shining star

When I’m on my knees praying, I swear I mention you

I  ask God to protect you

But then I remember, he’s the one that took you


You went up like a white angel

In my life, you left a hole

Now, without you, I feel like I am some kind of stranger

May he whoever took you away,

Protect your kind soul

Until we meet again.


dada 1


A Day of their Lives

I had a dream
A dream of a world that I’ve never seen
The sky was brighter
The streets were lighter
The sun was shiner
The moon was higher
Love was there
It was filling the air
Everything was right
You could sleep peacefully at night
Children were no longer living on the streets
Sleeping in the alleys in the cold with no sheets
Homeless people living in shelters
Away from the cold in the icy winters
Then I woke up
And everything had stopped
I walked again in the streets
Looking at people can’t find anything to eat
Heard the bullet shots
Saw the dead bodies spots
I closed my eyes
I wished it was all lies
All I saw was stupid black dots
Everybody hates everybody’s guts
Killing , assaulting , hating
Nothing have left but waiting
Waiting for the world to wake up
Waiting for someone to stand up
Looking at this world
Tried to describe without finding the words
Most of the world is not even aware
About what is happening to these people. It’s just not fair
He was just a little kid
He was working instead

Instead of enjoying his childhood part
He got a shot straight to the heart
while selling tickets at the station
Trying to earn money to have education
Somebody find a solution
Let us start are revolution
Children , mothers and fathers are dying
Babies in the streets are wining
Somebody help them stop this brutality
This can’t be called nothing but insanity
We watch this everyday
Their lives now are what they pay
They dream about a better life
A life doesn’t hurt like a knife
They want the same as others
They want a life full of colors
They’re sick of black, yellow and redmona-lisa-bazooka-banksy
They keep hanging on faithfully
Every morning, they drive their cars hopeful
That everyday will be a better day
And time will wash thier pain away

New Isn’t Always Better

It wasn’t until late at night

When he received her phone call

He opened his eyes in the dark

Heart racing, out of sight

Running down the hall

The dog starts to bark

Darkness and loudness were the worst combination

For he was still not awake nor fully asleep

But he surely didn’t know what to feel

He heard her voice, She told him her location

Silently, he begins to weep

After years of hoping to find her

Nights spent looking for her

He couldn’t tell if it was real

He thought he’d never hear her voice again

Spent hours thinking about the things he would say to her

And once he did, he was out of speech

He headed to the station

She was there sitting and waiting

Her face pale with no apparent emotions

He was afraid to come closer

As if between them there was a grating

She looked at him in colorless eyes

Full of tears, in disguise

She stood and approached him to reveal the black tight dress

It was his favorite, suddenly he recalled the bliss

The bliss he was living with her

But that was no longer her

She was different, the way she looked, the way she smelled

The way she felt against his lips

It was not her

She was long gone in the world that she apparently have chosen

He hugged her, not knowing what to do

She was cold as ice, tasted like poison

And he should have known enough

She was not the person he knew

She was someone new

And that someone fed him bullets in the heart

Pistols ripped his soul apart

Leaving him on the ground

Eyes shut

Listening to her heel’s sound

Disappearing in the dark

He went back to sleep, but this time it was serene.

Photography by Nigel Tomm

Photography by Nigel Tomm