Tuesday, December 27, 2005

64


 this mountain is held between you
 and your roots
it grows in you
 the laps of memory
surrounds you
 except an echo
which resembles the years
erased by years
then
nothing but the nil

63

from the east it spouts out the sound
it is repanding in this corner
eastern shadows visite me
and

 the angel
he surprised me
tightened me

 against him
released me
tightened me

 against him
released me
and one third time

 and
 he released me
he said
those are your people without memory
you have to profess
and he threw the book

 near my feet
then

 he rose in the sky
like a wire of smoke
to disappeare




62

I threw my books behind the times
threaded on my names
 gave way to the horsmen of this land
kneeled down with solemnity
 and
lift up the eyes
don't give me then in mariage
 to  the fine dust in the air

hid the memory
I fear that cities drive me away while I detest exils
hid the memory
I am only the shadow of others
since I became the myth loving the simple heart

61


madness
only madness
 is held between us
but madness like immense water
which shave any thing in front
to leave nothing behind

60

around you
my nets
my soldiers of the last conquest
and the mad sea
turn then over
to your room
throw yourself
on our bed
if you have to cry
the bitterness
the banality
of this life

59

keep always the bad probability
with a bad friend
it may be that you tighten hand
to him to greet
whereas he surprises you
with a ball

58

I closed the door behind
and I slipped my hand
into my pocket
I lent the ear to my steps
 on the paving stone while lamps
 contemplated me along the street
it is night
 but tomorrow I will be
in appointement
with the blue color
the calm sea color
the clear sky color

57

a faithful friend  you open it  as you do with a book
when you would like
 and you close it  when you would like
without anguish 

56

to seize all daemons
the incorrigible maleficences
and to carry out its life in the happiness
 long term
it has to start with its heart
a bath of hot love
is enough

55

this vicious circle does not explode
only the memory do it
just like my life
the city death's language
or
the death of the city
here on this pavement

54

from residues of his demolished house
nothing does not prevent a child to cut stones
to cut rapid weapons
a bomber
heavy than a charre
stones to shake the ground
under our feet
and when everyone is turned over
against him
nothing does not prevent the child
to be a bomb
to explose between us
to bury a desired peace
for ever

Monday, December 26, 2005

53

do not pay attention if time has to consume
details of your life
having only shades of the  meaning
shades of truth
do not pay attention
because
 in the beginning it was the word
 and
it was the destiny to cross
 distances which separate insulated islands
before dying out
forever

Sunday, December 25, 2005

52

you know that in spite of me
I love you
in each corner at home
is held your body
even words
 clearly repand there
and I tend the hand
with a soft gesture
to cherish you
refresh the linked heart
in an insane kiss
a long insane one

51

that you are not here
alone when I awake
alone when I take again my sleep
nothing from you but a comparable details
of a beautiful memory
giving to this world surounding me
its turth direction

50

the cold snow
going across the hardness
becomes a soft water
giving life
to dead creatures

49

your departure taught me that
 daring the meeting
germinates the reason
but your letters that
 only lonliness
draws up the heart

48

which resemblance between you
 and the wild's grass
enticing butterflies
dreaming to
multicolor crowns
dreaming to
 the bursting april's odors
dreaming aloud
because of  the strong desire

47

your names
is a heavy burden
your books
your institutions
you are a myth
O, sleepers
wrist of air
do you allow
 to sweep my crumbed body
far from the circle
perhaps my memory
will leave me

46

Is mixing in you
your towns of ashes
and
 the new fair capitals which carry to the dream
laid as a tomb that you are
naked out of things
unless your daily question
why they escape from the union
these capitals

45

proudly it is holding
 in front of heaven
but snow withdraws
 downwards forever
when it renouced
 to climb higher

44

when you visited me for your first time
I realised that the star
which mouved to lose in the vacuum
so deep and dark
is yours
and
that you lost for ever
this pretty body

43

your alphabets
your books
your classrooms
your songs of peace
your stories are lies
waste of time
will never return
my demolished house
my ground
my stolen history
nor the killed souls
and the joy
yes I have questions
but only weapons
will be able to answer 

42

the age
the short moment
and the death
will cut it
 to fold its days at times of old age
as an autumn's sheet
faded after its greenery
carried by the wind to where
 it would never have to return

it is eternally the nil
which eternally runs behind us
behind the existance

41

we are the ofering 
left by the song of the prophets
tell the angel
 if he meet you again
that God was already died
 and
buried in us

40

there is
since they were selected
the domesticated gardens
of these forests of betton
 no lark
nor other wild's bird

2

only the sea does not leave its eternal rhythm
and this space is vast only for foreigners
all the anxious are dispersed in the paths
I cries with full voice
the sound repand :
why separately you takes again
in this desert
 the same story?
you are the last mythical hero admiring
the hard time
since you linked yourself with the fatherland
the dream was intensified
but you will never arrive
because
 all the winds swept the trace
 and
 the ice is colonizing the space

39

there is more than one line
in my book
there is more than one song
in my blood
but
there is no more space
in my life
for others

38

come my friend
small winged angel
where is not to hate
where everything changes
everything is different
healthy
merry
calm
wise
everything is deguised
as a sign of peace
the smile and the goodness of the heart 

37

I ran in direction of the villages
the angel visited me o, ice!
but the villages
 flew away
to setteled
 very far

36

between us strech out
 a long madness-nil's distance
and the body
since it became a looking-glass

35

those are my people
their destiny frighten me
I will take refuge in the strong corner
where rivers liberally run and
 the alliance with heaven






Friday, December 23, 2005

34

it escapes us the fate
threads of water between fingers
while we thought that we have it in hand
"everything is clear everything is just
everything is updated
please go to your name-days without fear
without doubt!!!"
but there is always in the affair
an escape from where
infiltrate evil and terror
to blow srtongly in our heart
after what we admit only tears
small words
beautiful words
to relieve our deep sufferings
but as the myth springs from ashes
brilliant star will reborn
to accomplish the duty
on this space
direct oppressed thirst souls
on the road of liberty
and happiness





33

don't wish a life  witht he sky's odor
the eternal paradise
 I desire apples lady
give it to me and
don't never think of pains
we will have to suffer
on a ground which
we ignore
 a ground which
ignores us

32

you will rest in my heart forever engreve
that the time which go by
so quick as we don't think over
and pains sometimes dark
must be unable to wipe off your image
because I love you
I love you much more
 than the love I bring
for myself

31

  
                     
   he proudly stood up    
as the destiny traced
he had fair hair
he had blue eyes
and after having contemplate
his cigarette's smokes
drawing circles in the air
he said
without forgivness
He runs away to the lightw
how he tested darkness

30

it's not enough to work the ground
to make spout out sources
so that all will be perfect
that domesticated gardins
will never reach the major secrecy
of the existance

29

in spite of madness
in spite of death
I leave the reason
in the tomb then
I go on a far tarvel
strollingin the town's unconscious

28

if future was revealed to you
therefore
your practices would be disturbed
and goddesses of poesy
during the moment of desire
could leave you
how would you be able then
to call the light spouting out darkness
"the light"?

27

because of what is beautiful in you
a braid
a face
a body
a heart
a taste
I do not love
because of
eternelly
we meet each other to move away
because of you are my opposite
and
when every time I approache you
I burn
because of
 this
I don't love you

26

my desire is interminable
but I dispute it
I held against your soul
keeping it to enter my body
believe that I am abimes
 and
 without passages towards you
I am maledictions
 my dear

25

don't touch the receiver
when it ring
my dear
I will never be there
on the phone

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