Astor Piazzolla – Introducción al Angel
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Month: June 2016
Meet me in July
Meet me in July
3 June 2016
Daffodils wither
Alongside the riverbeds
Like bleak blackened suns
The waters swirl fierce
They bear weight of thousand griefs
As the shadows set
Darkness speaks thunders
The bolts firmly set in place
Rekindle the flame
The candle burns bright
Like token of forever
Springs into motion
Dying flame belies
Engraved thoughts of revival
Etched within my skin
The blindness sets in
Unmoved by extra senses
The hopeless trod on
Meet me in July
I will swing to lonely tunes
On the other side
Reading of the poem:
Whisper of a thrill – Thomas Newman
Of Love in our eyes
Of Love in our eyes
3 June 2016
I remember Times
When all that glittered was stars
And we were stardust
The days were sunny
The moon was forever young
Our skin night’s pallor
We belonged to life
Its rivers ran through our veins
Like endless jugglers
The tides obeyed none
They scorned moon and shunned sunlight
Patterns bearing tune
Through the rocks we jigged
Every footstep a foothold
On lake memory
The sun-kissed waters
We waded through their shimmers
Our bodies alit
When the day was done
We skipped through the moonlit air
Sustaining our frames
The flowers bloomed red
As we ran through the meadows
Our shadows suitors
We danced in playgrounds
Where light was but reflections
Of Love in our eyes
Reading of the poem:
The Good Things – Bill Laurance
Swag Times – Bill Laurance
Ready Wednesday – Bill Laurance
Like ghosts in the rain
Like ghosts in the rain
3 June 2016
Winding through alleys
Cutting through the Tuscan winds
Shades of summer skies
Do you remember
The streets stretched out like cobwebs
Green lanes sprawling out
We twirled like spiders
Spinning webs of memories
Glistening in the dark
All those moments fade
Like the storm that once blew hard
Subsiding glowers
The seasons slow-paced
They walk into each other
Never-ending dance
Untouched shades of us
Fighting under dark waters
Against oblivion
I know a small nook
Where we twirl silently
Like ghosts in the rain
Reading of the poem:
Oblivion – Piazzolla
Milonga del Angel – Piazzolla
Rain tango
Myriads of petals
Myriads of petals
3 June 2016
Breathing in
Scent of the morrows
All within
Lies without
We are all going somewhere
Home renewed concept
The stars shine
With the promises
Of new worlds
They shimmer
Within the hearts buried deep
Exhaling glimmer
We flow straight
In dancing patterns
Blue circles
Entwined frames
Collisions of our bodies
Myriads of petals
Reading of the poem:
That Next Place – Thomas Newman
Evergreen
Evergreen
1 June 2016
Stretching out
Reality flows
Like a dream
Illusion
Patterns born in confusion
Of the troubled mind
Your traces
Unrelenting ghosts
Relaying
In outposts
Your body twirling in hosts
Light receptacle
Caving in
Reality shows
Polished sheen
Evergreen
Sprouting from the roots unseen
The love stored within
Reading of the poem:
Unintended – Muse
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