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Adding Notes

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I didn’t dislike
school most days

yet I was anxious
each day to go home
to have lunch while

reading – to then take a small
break after the meal – under
the sun on the balcony

reading again underlining
my dreams to come
adding notes to my

future days

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – The Look Of My Soul – July 2015

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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths

it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by

the winds and the lack
of water is that the look
my soul has she had no

idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly

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2013-07-05 16.08.58

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the search window.

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Nights From The California Notebooks 2015

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the perfumes of night
wash away sadness

tiredness when doubts
crowds between brows

as swiftly as they may

sure go deep down

inside we know senses
know better indeed

roaring thoughts
are light a flap

or two

to take us

higher away
embrace me now

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California Notebooks, 2014

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it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how

habits are formed good ones
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I’ve learned in between

steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossoms
in presence

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California Notebooks, Sept. 2013

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the olive tree startles me
young with eucalyptus
trunks almost unsure
missing identity
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branches to the winds
folded here and there not distant
from the ancient ones knotted
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trunks strong and twisted
before the palm trees
and the cactuses

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2013-11-17 11.08.25

California Notebooks, Sept. 2013

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the day drifted away
as water in a brooklet
swift and eager to reach
the valley where
I don’t care
to be
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I wish it would have moved
as a rosary in my hand
slowly slacking down at
the rhythm of each prayer
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loitering on the light’s hues
and warm shades on beguilement
I sense I’ve done too much
and nothing as well
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fancying to grab you head to tail
breathing my excuses
as I start all over

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