Angels without wings
29 September 2017
Explosion
Then the water flows
Between us
Deepened bond
We bear white garlands from streams
Knitted in my dreams
Colours roll
Inside sunshine’s glint
Joyous spread
Green, blue, red
Hues uncertain times renew
Mistaken instead
I ring true
When we ring lather
Foam condensed
Corpse too tense
Chromatic discolouring
Angels without wings
Reading of the poem:
Fix you – Coldplay
Viva la Vida – Coldplay
A Sky Full of Stars – Coldplay
The raw taste of strawberry
7 April 2017
Splashing light
Into dark corners
Waking scent
Of mourners
Reliving in dreams instant
Of moments fragrant
Honey bees
Lifting up my knees
New posture
Green pasture
Running through meadows of gold
Naked tale foretold
Steel not rust
Redeems what we must
Wanderlust
Before dust
The raw taste of strawberry
Feasting in Love Trust
Reading of the poem:
The light of my Soul – Alexander Tarasov
Life is Priceless – Alexander Tarasov
The Long Awaited Meeting – Alexander Tarasov
The Winter bearer
24 March 2017
Across streams
Weaving the pathway
From Faith’s threads
Rolling heads
I pull on strings of yearning
The hearts’ chords churning
Into dreams
I shun dark away
Blue lighthouse
Frolicking
Twister and rain mimicking
Queen dancing for King
I bore Ring
Amulet of Earth
Totems wild
Bore me child
In wilderness I store her
The Winter bearer
Reading of the poem:
Old Skin – Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnór Dan
A Stutter – Ólafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan
No Other – Ólafur Arnalds feat. Arnór Dan
Spiritus Mundi
4 February 2017
Defence Line
Second Time Align
This Land Fine
Ever Thine
For the Darkness to Confine
In wells philistine
The Light Shine
In Spirit I Dine
Your Sunshine
Daily Wine
Cradle Rock from Earthen Mine
Knowing Self Divine
Shadow see
Shake the Willow tree
Sink in Glee
Your Self Be
Desert Storm rocked on the knee
No Center to flee
Spiritus Mundi
Hymn my melody
Blue baby
Come to Me
Isis Mother sets you free
Unbecome Ice sea
Ravens hue
The nightmares that grew
From Spring Dew
Fly Anew
Hawk the fish will split in two
Purple rays to sue
Nourished True
All lies we undo
Flesh of Mew
We feed You
Be forgotten sparrow blue
New Dawn breath renew
We see through
Shooting stars in queue
Bumble bee
Ecstasy
Seize the chance Immortal Line
Two in Love to Twine
Reading of the poem:
Earth Spirit – Carlos Nakai
Corpses dance alone
6 January 2017
Renewed dreams
Complexity seems
Sole measure
Soul treasure
In stretching the circle’s beams
We stitch at the seams
Their breath stale
With invented tale
Displeasure
In pleasure
Deciphering head from tail
Diving to inhale
The mind own
Synapses to hone
The pressure
In leisure
Moving within flesh to bone
Corpses dance alone
Reading of the poem:
Seven days of falling -EsbJörn Svensson Trio
From Gagarin’s Point Of View – EsbJörn Svensson Trio
Eighthundred streets by feet – EsbJörn Svensson Trio
Lady of the Lake
1 January 2017
The fool yawns
Brethren’s darkened spawns
History
In making
From the skull and bones aching
The truth often dawns
In Legends
Beginning upends
Within dreams
Muffled screams
Of the red roses stutters
Restless mind mutters
Burnt on stake
Lady of the Lake
Red in blue
Infused hue
Holy blood the long-lost clue
In Time will renew
Reading of the poem:
Lady of the Lake – Audiomachine
Legacy – Audiomachine
The Legend begins – Audiomachine
What we were tonight
29 August 2016
Tonight slipped
From my limp fingers
Grasping none
Life unfair
Chose to pair them open air
Between the spaces
In dream state
I remember touch
We lock hands
In rapture
Hair electric on arm stands
Pulsing the texture
Remember
What we were tonight
When the light
Baleful shines
All the softness undermines
Lost scent of green grass
Reading of the poem:
Nothing really ends – DEUs
Rosso di Cuore
(Poema scritto in forma Senryu/Haiku. Tradotto in Inglese quasotto o qua e in Francese quasotto o qua)
21 August 2016
Distese allungate
Quando viene la notte
Parlano ombre
Storie d’ieri
Memoria che traballa
Sogni reali
Valigia piena
Istanti frammentati
Ore chiusura
La mente parla
Di rami invernali
Sotto la neve
Cuore racconta
Fiori di primavera
Sogni di seme
Tramonto sceglie
Fra colori di vita
Rosso di Cuore
Lettura del poema:
Perdere l’amore – Lara Fabian
The carmine of Heart
(Translation of a poem written in Italian in Senryu/Haiku form. Read original above or here)
21 August 2016
The expanses stretched
When the nighttime will arrive
The shadows will speak
Yesterday’s stories
The memory that wobbles
Reality’s dreams
Fully cramped suitcase
Of the fragmented moments
In the closing hours
The mind now voices
Of winter bearing branches
Buried under snow
The heart tells a tale
Of how flowers of springtime
Are but dreams of seed
The sunset chooses
From among colors of life
The carmine of Heart
Reading of the poem:
You’re not from here – Lara Fabian
Le pourpre du Cœur
(Traduction d’un poème écrit en italien sous forme de Senryu/Haiku. Lire l’original ci-dessus ou ici)
21 août 2016
Etirées éparses
Quand nuit venant les surprend
Les ombres parlent
Des histoires d’hier
De la mémoire qui vacille
De rêves en réel
La valise est pleine
De ces instants fragmentés
Heures de fermeture
Le cerveau parle
De ces branches hivernales
Enfouies sous la neige
Le cœur lui raconte
De comment fleurs de printemps
Sont rêves de semence
Crépuscule choisit
Parmi les couleurs de vie
Le pourpre du Cœur
Lecture du poème:
Je suis malade – Lara Fabian
Les mille mots des plaisirs à échanger en douce
(Poème écrit sous la forme de Sonnet Occitan en Alexandrin. Voir la traduction en anglais ci-dessous ou ici)
31 juillet 2016
La substance de nos rêves est un glissement de soie
Irréelle résonance qu’amplifie mon regard
Nos réunions si brèves qu’en chagrin je me noie
De cette maigre pitance créant soif d’un buvard
Des nocturnes relèves je préserve l’émoi
De charnelle délivrance recueillie sur le tard
Aguerrie par les trêves la reine réclame son roi
Pour plus ample réjouissance vive lui prêter un fard
Les mille mots des plaisirs à échanger en douce
De ces fards inconnus je désigne un trousseau
Eventail de désirs suis-je brune suis-je rousse ?
De mes chairs parcourues résistance le fardeau
Les mille maux déplaisirs en recoins que je pousse
Comme une cruche éperdue va se perdre dans l’eau
Lecture du poème:
Sans dire un mot – Emmanuel Moire
Thousand words of pleasure to be exchanged softly
(Translation into an English poem of a poem written in French in the Occitan Sonnet form and as an Alexandrin. See original above or here)
July 31, 2016
The substance of our dreams is like rustling of silk
An unreal resonance that my eye amplifies
Our meetings are so brief that I drown in sorrow
This meager nourishment making thirst for blotter
From nocturnal relay I preserve excitement
Of carnal deliverance received at later stage
Seasoned by the truces the Queen calls on her king
For further rejoicing to quickly lend her blush (For further rejoicing stark to lend her shadow)
Thousand words of pleasure to be exchanged softly
Of these unknown blushes (shadows) I compose beauty kit (I compose a keychain)
A large set of desires am I brunette, redhead?
From my flesh discovered resistance the burden
Thousand ills displeasure in corners that I push
Like an insane pitcher that is lost in water
Reading of the translated version of the poem:
The Hours – The Kays Lavelle
Tainted veils that fall
22 – 23 July 2016
Blue shadows
Overarching reach
Into mind
Wind patterns
Blowing with the Heart that yearns
For tomorrow’s seed
Foreign breed
We are from the stars
Dust of space
Silken trace
Flowing from infinite dams
Waters of dreamland
Overflow
Spinning into soul
Threaded streams
Made of dreams
Pulsating within the Eye
Gathered momentum
Curtains split
Inner feelings stir
Mind retreats
The door slams
Hushed countenance repealing
The call of doorways
Mirrored fins
Remnants of the tale
Echoed voice
Call of whale
Replicating ancestors
Calling through pitch black
Souls recall
Meanings of somewhere
A lost home
Forgotten
Discarding sheen now rotten
Tainted veils that fall
Reading of the poem:
Fly Over Me, The Approach and Vibrations – Sequentia Legenda
Au revoir – Sequentia Legenda
Somewhere – Sequentia Legenda
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