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hearing steps
of life carried out
gasping one day
they will be no more
times rolls away
my finger fail to
halt it to stillness
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Tag Archives: time
Feb4
Time
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time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged
time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested
and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath
time shows itself
and swiftly go
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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon.
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Jan1
The Stroll
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hearing steps
of life carried out
gasping one day
they will be no more
times rolls away
my finger fail to
halt it to stillness
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Happy New Year! Happy we are still able to count them.
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Oct23
Time And Places
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those are places
geographical ones
pins on paper
tips of pens
thoughts of now
lived before
in a dream
we walked
not crossing
eyes shut
if we look the
weft increases
knowledge of
different places
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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Oct25
On Being From The California Notebooks 2016
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when my words
surfacing out of
poetry define
who am I
I cry
I also
rejoice and
stand still as
if suspended
all at the same
exact
time holding
that tiny particle
of truth inside me
that shining in spite
of me
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Aug5
Stillness From The California Notebooks, 2015
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it’s the ticking
away all the minutes
collected as seeds planted
in rows
all the words kept
in some black holes
where we’ll eventually end
up too
where the horizon is
brighter and dawn thinner
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Jun27
California Notebooks, 2014
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time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged
time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested
and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath
time shows itself
and swiftly go
.
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Jun7
California Notebooks, 2014
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fingers gliding
silk
not knowing
time
lapsing by
having but this minute
the dash of life
awakened senses
welcome
a lack of program
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Apr26
California Notebooks, 2014
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the art of handling time
handling an illusion if we
think of it to have
the impression
to immobilize it in
a moment of presence
when everything is clear by
the second we may say
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wishful familiar
sound of water
falling
back on itself
a fountain springing
up in a middle of a lake
occupying space for
a second even less
never still
a constant being
so let it be
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Feb7
California Notebooks, January 2014
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I’ve learned
not to miss
what’s not there
silver nights
of solitude
under blue trees
.
I may still
long for what
we haven’t got
but it’s too much
to waste
this time
of peace
.
may not be
too much to some
but your skin is
soft against
my own
.
the distance
you need
to sleep
is an habit
of yours
not mine
.
my eyes probe
through and past
the palm leaves
a sky embraces
all the love
I’ve got
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Jun24
Up in Smoke, 2013
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here I try to free
the space between
.
a glimpse of sleep
and the will to utter
.
the sun hiding
silent is the wind
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he works his mission
out with diligence
.
got no surprises
just time to linger
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Apr6
Up in Smoke
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to be with you
it’s like jumping
on a racing train
feeling the air
against my face
stronger than
.
when I was
running alone
on my own legs
me giving you my
face with a smile
fixed by the fast pace
.
we in time
out of time
running out of time
.
we recognize
a sequence
.
we were
we are
we were
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Feb13
The London Hours, 2012
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No time, no words
No friends, no explanations
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Hiding away as a solution
Being busy with nothing
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Staring at the screen
gazed fixed on silent clocks
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Trying to move those legs
Forward, backward, anywhere
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But here where numbers are digital
all you could do was disconnect the plug.
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Jan31
The London Hours, 2012
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Muscular
Time dilated
Hollow and important
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I know it is involved in the second phase
Where we grow up in a minute not
Nor a month to digest what was
Not chewed
.
You swallowed me whole
Then pretended to throw me up
Acid secreting
Partially
Alive.
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We don’t kiss
On the mouth any
More.
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Jan30
The London Hours, 2012
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For other uses of this
time go to the great curvature
skipping the great wall
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near the cardio enter
the antrum
feel the angular notch
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frugal the time together
just bread and potatoes
on a stern bench
not much light
no candles
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tears reflecting
a bit of life reaction
to coldness
.
searching for the skin
once soft, once warm, once was
a fold we would dive into
.
hiding wonders
what nerve
to run.
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