Flying South
7 March 2017
Feeding herd
Revolves around me
Claws of Hawk
On the fish
The lamb is opening dish
In supper of wolves
Spilling yoke
The hen rescued egg
Wisps of smoke
Ribs that poke
Talismans that we invoke
Through Truths that we spoke
The chatter
Subsides with the winds
Flying South
Closing mouth
Face racing against the clouds
I follow the birds
Reading of the poem:
Vuelvo al Sur – Caetano Veloso
Aeon Flux
4 February 2017
Tragedy
To transcend now free
Comedy
Let it Be
Grant us immortality
From your Memory
Shelter me
Code Eternity
Withered dove
Become Love
Fly through Metamorphosis
Unveil me Isis
Shift axis
Muscle relaxes
Through stillness
My witness
Power of three to harness
Six leaves to undress
Desert proves
In Lovers the moves
Fear that sucks
Feathers plucks
Spirit restores sacred tree
Be land of plenty
Grief to lose
Shaking off the noose
Golden goose
Now let loose
Shines the rays through cloven hooves
Dancing in the grooves
Fiat Lux
Light that raises lucks
Aeon Flux
Hen that clucks
The golden egg give to me
Love magic set free
Reading of the poem:
Não desistas de mim – Pedro Abrunhosa
Pontes entre nós – Pedro Abrunhosa
Ilumina me – Pedro Abrunhosa
The colours of us
1 March 2016
Radiant
Your presence a gift
I unwrap
In silence
You are present in absence
Soundless story told
Love defines
Landscapes of hushed pines
Ringing soft
Needles’ rhymes
Working their magic mending
Tattered souls of old
Trails are cold
The scent of heart stays
Beyond stamps
Of meaning
Beyond the doubts now clearing
Remnants of footsteps
I am strong
Will more than biceps
Birthing stars
I exhale
Stories of love told on Mars
Which fierce spears inhale
Eye to eye
We meet our semblance
In mirrors
Of bright words
The shepherd beckons to herds
Through staff in the pen
Clucking hen
Cooped up in the dark
Her wings torn
Her eyes wild
She loses a daily child
Harvests of the mark
Trading point
Our prayers now joint
Hidden walls
Cold membranes
Count of numerous blue valves
Between Heart and brains
We see not
The wilting jasmine
That invokes
Scent of spring
The ghost of love that we bring
It beckons dying
We will dance
Like sightless flowers
Pliable
Bending slow
To the winds orchestrating
The colours of us
Reading of the poem:
He needs me – Hindi Zahra
The Man I Love – Hindi Zahra
Stand up – Hindi Zahra
Silence – Hindi Zahra
At the same time – Hindi Zahra
Beautiful Tango – Hindi Zahra
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