It is so easy for you
With your dark hair
And enchanting smile
To live your life with joy
Full of smiles,laughs and jokes

It is so easy for them
With their money and power
And their will to suceed
Full of anger and gusto
Classy,yet cruel
It is so easy
To be myself
In my room 
In front of a mirror
To cry with joy
And laugh in tears
It is so weird for you
As I walk unshaved
Dressed like this
Talking about uncertainty
Not about shoes
It is so funny for them
As I make no sense
Look down and out
Dream longer than I sleep
See slower than they think
This is so easy for me
To be silent to this noise
Write words that never rhymes
To live with this real freedom
With the choices I have made
- kris

In between those old trees
The absence of nothing lived
So transparent..
Divided they loved
Away from each other
They fell in love
So close they lived
Seperated by the world
I saw sunsets and autumns
Through that gap of love
They stood together
Away they grew
I played my violin
Sitting between those trees
I sang my song
Sitting between those trees
So divided I was
I found solace between them
I was in search for,
The absence of everything
And absence of nothing I found
In between me and myself
The absence of nothing lived
Now birds sit on me
And the bees and the little boy
So close I live
When seperated I smile,laugh
And cry

       --kris

Again I am vying for more rain
To fall on my wet body
Walking in this ceremony
Of love where sky meets her,earth
I begin to go backwards
Flowing with the rain streams
To that pool of love
To dive deep and float again
Deeper in its floors
My old poems sing my lies
Afloat I stare the grey
Rejoicing the rain of love
Thunder and lightening
My hearbeat and smiles
All syncing with this
Ceremonial rain of love
I am lost in this blue
Of chilled rain pool
As water seeps inside
Making my heart warm
Longer I flow in this madness
The more rain,I wish for
Again my poems never lie
In the deepest trench
Lies those painful lines
Never washed away by any rain of love
                 - Kris

It was about the weather
Then he told about his song

Another stanger left him alone
And he walked with a smile

Wishing everyone a great day
He walked with head up high

Never ever he cried
In front of his strangers

He was pleasant and chirpy
Said the cigerette man

No,Never he talked death
Or black,grey or blue

He smiled again in pain
Worried about his breathe

Eyes set so high to sky
He walked to his love

A new street by the sea
Filled with new faces

He walked in gusto
He sang his puerto rican

He looked around whistling
His eyes struck a lady

He walked to her
It was about her shoes

The classy french veal
And her Celine bag

He spoke to the madame
In french with finesse

Then he told about his song
Only for her to leave

Strangers,vivid
Dark,white and brown

Anonymous beauty
For him..She was

Anonymous friend
The other was..

Mother,once a stranger
His very first one


Then a few others
In this world of strangers

He walked for his love
To meet new strangers

To start with the weather
Then to his song

"Why do I need friends?
When the world is filled
With fascinating people
Called My Strangers"

-Kris

Only you can feel my loneliness
Away from the crowd,when I walk
Alone,I sing to the wind
And dance with my freedom
Away from everyone
I play the game,Hop hop
Only to lose and to win
To run in the rain
To count the white windows
Of that lonely house,like me
Only you can listen my laughter
When I laugh with the old well
Throwing pebbles in it
Only you can stay silent
When my eyes stare at the clouds
Till the grey pours again
I run in this rain
I dance to the tunes
Of that loneliness
So close to insanity I live
Only to love loneliness
Like no one has ever done
Only you can feel my loneliness
Because It is only me and you,Loneliness

-Kris