Archive for August 2008
Words of Summer
Tell me
What did they say
the horizons
and told
the waves.
Explain
the colors of dawn
and let me live again
sunsets.
As the breeze
caress your face and
whispers to my soul
what you are,
until you get to observe
the stars,
returning to dream
looking at a rainbow.
30/08/08
Still autumn.
Stain,
again,
the mountains:
the fire.
Back to the autumn
Break the dead branches,
I drop again
the leaves
the wind
take you away
eyed
and soul.
Shhhh, silence!
We all need to hear at the end of our silence. Perhaps few will admit but sooner or later, what the "grandfathers" examination of conscience call, it "touches". There are masks, there are no balls to tell. Our being is about us.
Yet that moment comes, that moment when each of us seeks the silence!
And the soul cries out in silence.
He demands attention, my! How many things have to tell me, or remember. I close my eyes, it seems night. I dealt with in this makeshift ring without arbtro, viewers, I did not even no corner. I insult the mirror every move redone equal and opposite. Attack if I attack, I defend myself if I defend.
How difficult is it
mute,
remain in the presence
of themselves,
clash!
How beautiful it is
s contract with nothing, with him;
the eerie silence,
f income and warm at the same
same time.
Silence, let me here in my
The desert.
14/12/1989
Shhhhh, silence ....
I have not finished speaking and listening, hear the silence, and I think that never stops' to do so.
The man, perpetually unsatisfied and constantly looking for something, and yet those waves, the seagulls, the boat ... do not already have 'everything? Or almost.?
Thoughts that intertwine and overlap.
The man, the only being with intellect, is to be the first to break the perfect balance of the world, good or bad, although I am a man ...
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The voice of the Wolf.
Walking in the night without howling at the moon.
Night of stars in the sun light the way.
I am a lone wolf, by choice, by necessity, by chance ...
I think to myself, to my land, my life, I can not stay in the herd.
In the pack you are not by choice but for convenience, perhaps because the union is strength, and gives strength.
Yet I can not seem to conform to the rules, perhaps because she did not agree and so the pack does not accept me.
Crossing the road other wolves, often alone like me, sometimes we walk together, side by side, united .... sometimes there is the illusion that you can "do more", you FOSE illusion of a pure love, but then inevitably you separate, or separate myself .... and again I walk alone.
I am free, like my spirit. I look at the teacher mountain, ready to teach you not to trust dels entier easy to remember that the rock may crumble, the water of the stream in full uproots trees, not always in a storm shelter of a 
tree is safe, but also teaches you to wait to know, you have to sow many seeds to see the birth of a plant that can grow on bare rock as a flower, water is power, but anceh kindness, that the tree unsafe storm shelters from the sun in you.
I climbed up the mountain on this moonless night, watching the horizon.
I feel part of it all, nothing of this.
Oblivious of the hunter valley and silent night, before starting the descent, I howl at life.
Show
I remained
out of your picture,
also from the frame.
Far from the days
when enough
the silence,
I look at the painting
like history,
no more 'mine.
21/08/08
Dream of summer.
Moonless night,
to draw pictures,
with the stars.
Clear sky
cloudless
millions of eyes
on mine.
I smile a dream come true,
while I wait
the next
shooting star.
Now
and 'time
to start again
to dream.
18/08/08
Dream and imagine
Dream and imagine, different sides of the same coin or different coins?
For me to dream means "to aspire to something in my heart," I can imagine to imagine anything.
I can imagine the head of state, cowboy, woman, teacher .... anything, but they are not my "dream" ...
In short I think I can imagine my "dreams" but not 'all that said I guess it's "dream".
Or not?
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Do not look for
Do not look out of selfishness,
I have no time for jokes.
Too many words thrown at random,
have undermined the soul,
I find myself,
to reclaim the air to breathe,
and blind, deaf and dumb
I caress the wounded soul.
Do not look for
to fill the time,
I prefer to be alone to compose my melody,
hopelessly discordant from yours.
Do not look for your cravings,
now that I find myself
to piece together a mosaic never finished
and collapsed,
and, head high,
path
waiting for tomorrow.
Who is the friend of all?
Who 'the true friend?
The friend ever?
He who smiles always,
or the one who knows even angry?
He who always tells you,
or the one who knows him urlarti
also its not?
He who gives you only
pats on the back,
or what is also known
give you a slap?
He who does not criticize anything,
or carry out what he knows
their reasons?
One who ... better shut up,
or what
despite all about?
I do not know ...
who is
the friend absolute
and I know if I ever be,
but if so are you
knocking on doors
of my heart
and I confess.
03/01/06
freely created and inspired by listening ....
We do not deserve happiness, always dissatisfied
life if there is any one season.
Rest dream, it reveals more
you can not burn too
The anger has now closed his eyes and mind
What were important.
Here ends the world, our complicity
Love surrenders
Winning without more rules
without honesty, offends you.
He stood undecided, suspended above us
neither wings nor wind
Here is the great dream crushed by reality
A little 'pity ...
Farewell, poets, artists and navigators, human color
At least you have better days.
Some say no, someone commitments
which is the truth to nourish dreams
More fantasy so you do not turn off.
Someone teach.
I will not sell me, I will never betray
Absolute friend
That Christ will come from afar dedicated
his heartfelt greetings.
And for all the children who will not turn you on more
our prayer
That fatigue can flush them out and bring to you ... again!
Fly ... Fly ...
Neither pride nor fear ..
Back to bully intriguing weapons you have
You were born winner
Challenge us to fight the darkness within us
out of nothing
Warms the winds of peace and sincerity
new music
To tell a dream suspended in mid-left
A man knows that there is a drawing
Meet me there
At the dawn of a dream ...
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