*
when the lingering
soporific trend hits you
with its wave and
no resistance is made
it’s the perfume of
being that which covers
you all over in beauty
.
.
May8
The Perfume Of Being
Tag Archives: meditation
Apr23
Safe
*
immobilized I thrive
I have certainties
I never thought of
I feel put and safe
as I lost much of me
.
.
Apr16
Normalcy
*
not aware
of the season
I am in confused
by what used to be
normalcy
difficult is my new
ground hard to plow
to distinguish for
sure impossible
to thread on
.
.
Mar19
The Forever Land
*
in the forever land
where we land with no bones
nor clothes there
is it forever night
or forever day
.
can we hope for
a tomorrow where there is no
sunrise or sundown
or we being everywhere
will be forever
.
or we being forever now
can expect to be
everywhere blinded
to the light or
to the darkness
.
Mar3
Poesia + Poem On Paralisys
*
io giaccio
senza gambe e senza tronco
un albero
tagliato e gettato al suolo di
un letto
d’ospedale bianco tra nuvole
============
*
I lie
without legs or torso
a tree severed
thrown to the bottom of
an hospital bed
white among clouds
.
Feb14
Everywhere
*
I don’t know
if that silence
and its beauty
will always be with me
what I know is
that it taste
eternal
.
maybe this solitude
so deeply loved as it
comes with silence
is here to teach me
that one taste can
be everywhere
.
Feb14
Everywhere
*
I don’t know
if that silence
and its beauty
will always be with me
what I know is
that it taste
eternal
.
maybe this solitude
so deeply loved as it
comes with silence
is here to teach me
that one taste can
be everywhere
.
Feb14
Everywhere
*
I don’t know
if that silence
and its beauty
will always be with me
what I know is
that it taste
eternal
.
maybe this solitude
so deeply loved as it
comes with silence
is here to teach me
that one taste can
be everywhere
.
Feb14
Everywhere
*
I don’t know
if that silence
and its beauty
will always be with me
what I know is
that it taste
eternal
.
maybe this solitude
so deeply loved as it
comes with silence
is here to teach me
that one taste can
be everywhere
.
Feb6
Post Tenebras Lux
*
time goes by with no stopping
sliding doors of death
opening and closing at each
.
passing I try to grasp
those words attached as
.
tiny light in darkness
coloring the pitch hues
of me trapped in sickness
.
Jan23
Eternal Tides
*
the misery of those
who built little
other than bricks
.
who understands
hardly anything
about beauty
.
eternal tides moving
without rest
calmly back and forth
.
Jan16
Frozen Are My Lips
*
frozen are my lips
in a January twilight’s
one of many still ones
silent and clear
as crystal drops
suspended all around
are the words of
the poem dancing
around my head
waiting to be seen
heard and repeated
from the heart frozen
are my fingertips
as poetry melts my
life of many pages
.
.
Dec26
Lift Me
*
lead me away
from the darkness laid
ahead of me
— lift me —
into a door of golden light
wake me up from each
daily nightmare
.
Dec12
The Wind
*
serenity
is something
you became
.
in spite of
what you are
looking for
.
it’s the clear
skies after the
wind subside
.
Dec5
The Poetic Space Revised
*
wondering if sickness
is the absence of peace
or better is it the noise of pain
.
all over or in a specific
place the deterrent of poetry
.
the confusion it carries
severing us from my own idea
of the poetic space
.
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