Tuesday, May 31, 2016


"...Tonight the light at my feet
 flows on the grass in liquid silver waves
soft mists and crawling fog
     and the sea somewhere in the distance
 I count a few stars trapped between my fingers
as the moon hides wrapped inside a veil of clouds
    It is not clear to me, the colored glass sorrow
 that  drips shaped in  prisms... 
Here under this alien sky 
away from everything that I am,
into this night, I only want to dream of roses

Seagulls cry flying by. 
I can hear the trees whispering.
I can almost hear the distant voices of dead feelings 
or withering memories.
"This", i whisper to myself, "is a moment of truth".

All thoughts trapped into this deafening silence
 slowly spin around endlessly 
   like an ancient nebula 
Am I the universe looking at itself?
Do I  exist only inside the eyes of those who love me?...

My soul curls  naked under the old oak tree outside the window
hidden in a dream, she sleeps tired
              waiting for the rain
                 to gently wash away the moon dust..." 

Friday, March 25, 2016


Cherry Blossom in the Night, by Katsushika Oui

deliciously sweet
the frenzy of love into our veins
a taste of spring
under the velvet cherry trees
the world fades away in flowing petals

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Un soir de Mai - A May evening, by Charles Dovalle (1807-1829) excerpt

Lovers in the Grass, Alois Kalvoda (1875-1934)

"...Du jour qui meurt la lumière abaissée
Joue entre les rameaux,
Dore les troncs, et serpente, brisée,
Sur l'herbe, en longs réseaux...

Silence! amants,silence !...
Le vent du soir balance
Le chèvrefeuille en fleur :
Le bois est déjà sombre...
Ne confiez qu'à l'ombre
Vos soupirs de bonheur!..."

"...Of the dying day the falling light
plays between the branches
paints with gold the tree trunks, and crawls, broken
on the grass, in long nets

Silence! Lovers, silence! 
The evening breeze gently plays
with the blossomed honeysuckle
The forest already is dark
Confide only in the shades
your happy sighs!..." 

Peace of the woods - Edvard Grieg

Song to the Moon - Antonin Dvořák

Silver moon upon the deep dark sky,
Through the vast night pierce your rays.
This sleeping world you wander by,
Smiling on man's homes and ways.
Oh moon ere past you glide, tell me,
Tell me, oh where does my loved one bide?
Oh moon ere past you glide, tell me
Tell me, oh where does my loved one bide?
Tell him, oh tell him, my silver moon,
Mine are the arms that shall hold him,
That between waking and sleeping he may
Think of the love that enfolds him,
May between waking and sleeping
Think of the love that enfolds him.
Light his path far away, light his path,
Tell him, oh tell him who does for him stay!
Human soul, should it dream of me, Let my memory wakened be.
Moon, moon, oh do not wane, do not wane,
Moon, oh moon, do not wane....

Reverie, Claude Debussy

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

A quiet stream in winter

I love you
peacefully like a quiet stream
in winter
when everything is frozen
a blossom sleeps waiting for spring