Friday, December 30, 2011

‘Unclothed, you are true, like one of your hands’ XXVII From: ‘Cien sonetos de amor’, Pablo Neruda






Unclothed, you are true, like one of your hands,
lissome, terrestrial, slight, complete, translucent,
with curves of moon, and paths of apple-wood:
Unclothed you are as slender as a nude ear of corn.

Undressed you are blue as Cuban nights,
with tendrils and stars in your hair,
undressed you are wide and amber,
like summer in its chapel of gold.

Naked you are tiny as one of your fingertips,
shaped, subtle, reddening till light is born,
and you leave for the subterranean worlds,

as if down a deep tunnel of clothes and chores:
your brightness quells itself, quenches itself, strips itself down
turning, again, to being a naked hand.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Fog



mountain in the fog
the monk listens to the leaf
before it falls 

Solitude

Snow winter scene, from wallcoo.net http://goo.gl/TY16f
quiet stream singing
soon the night snow will embrace
water's solitude

The path


                                                                                                                                                                 photo by @yiota143 (c)
the traveller knows
he doesn't know anything
the path smiles to him

Evening sunlight

photo by @yiota143 (c)


evening sunlight
infiltrates the last rain drop
a rainbow in my palm

Quiet glow

The Natural Navigator http://goo.gl/AIGJW


garden in the rain
quiet glow piercing the mist
a spider's web

Full bloom

photo by @yiota143 (c)


opening, closing
purple night, a fan of clouds
the moon in full bloom

Winter lake

photo by DW at www.WildlifeRanger.co.uk (c)




Erase...

photo by @yiota143 (c)


i want to erase myself
like you crash the wings of a butterfly
and scatter away the satin dust
that stays between your fingers,
the iridescent stain of a dead dream...
Time will not stop
for the sake of a dead love
the sun will set
and the moon will rise
and nothing will matter anymore
as i will lay frozen into the night
waiting for the new dawn
always hating myself
for loving you once... 

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Memorising




He is memorising
every part of her body
with his hands
Later, 
he will give to the night sky
the shape of her thighs
ornamented in stars... 

Under the table



Ryan and Twigs kissing at Dalston superstore, MorganWhite 2011 (c)

under the table
his hand going up that hill
her eyes half closed
people around pretending
they dont see the glow of the heat

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Πού γυρνάς? - Where do you linger? (lyrics)






I didn’t see you again, my little run-away torture
Bitter Saturday, and a poisonous Sunday
I have drunk wine with my pain and it consumed me
And I asked the night to tell my about you

Where do you linger, How do you pass your time?
Who do you look in the eyes?
What God do you worship?
What songs do you sing?

Where do you wake up in the morning, 
who is keeping you in his arms
and now you don’t care about me?
Where do you wake up in the morning, 
Who is keeping you in his arms, 
and throws me out of the game?

Where do you linger, How do you pass your time?
Who do you look in the eyes?
What God do you worship?
What songs do you sing?

I didn’t see you again and spend all the night on the street
Out of the world and with no perspective
I sang with my pain songs of sorrow
And I asked the night to tell me about you…

Where do you linger?...



Δεν μας συγχωρώ - I'm not forgiving us... (lyrics)




I 've seen through the hustled crowd my old love...
So many storms there, so many fires... 
How can the wound be healed?
how can the thorn be placked out?
Why, oh why we 've found so many reasons? 

I will always be here
to guard the things you have thrown away
I don't forgive you you 
for all the fires that you have forgotten

I will always be here
no matter how many years have passed
I don't forgive us
We have lost by fear....  

On the subway station
a mirage
across the silent crowd
it was lost, that too... 

We didnt understand
how much love delays...
We didnt have the time to see
Our end was the start...


I will always be here
to guard the things you have thrown away
I don't forgive you 
for all the fires that you have forgotten

I will always be here
no matter how many years have passed
I don't forgive us
We have lost by fear....  




Saturday, December 17, 2011

Winter heart




in my winter heart
 


only the red chest robin sings - 


snow white silence

first snow

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   accross my window 
      a rippled sheet of pure white - 
      the first snow

Evening sky


Iridescent


I long for you
my iridescent dreams floating
under a seagul's wings

Oleander Blues*

Edvard Munch, The Day After, 1895.

Rememberance
The night slowly crawls in dark serpantine mists
from my window i breathe the gray shadows
along with those happy couples 
passing by, kissing
It's late, their steps mingle in my mind, 
it could have been us
walking down that street, 
our hands entwinted like branches of magic trees
our lips lost in innumerable kisses
and between our eyes, blue songbirds flying... 



But I am just a shade of myself
Searching for the white oleander
to mix with my wine
so i can smile again, drunk
so i can forget again, bargaining
just for some moments of 
peaceful slumber 
until the next night
and the night after...



Your photo by the bed
your smile a nail in my heart
I'm searching for the root of white oleander
to mix with my wine
so i can chase away, screaming,
your face from my eyes,
so i can convince myself 
to wait for another day, dreaming ... 







* "...the root of onotheras (oleander) administered in wine makes the temper gentler and more cheerful. [...]
if this is dried, it gives off a fragrance like wine. And this does not seem surprising, since there is a sort of ' bouquet ' given off by a thing which has the peculiar quality of wine." 
Theophrastus
(Enquiry into plants, IX. xvm. 2 -xix.)

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Beside me



as if you never left
you are still here beside me - 
i love you

The Broken Heart, by John Donne
































He is stark mad, who ever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say,
I saw a flask of powder burn a day?

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
If once into love's hands it come!
All other griefs allow a part
To other griefs, and ask themselves but some;
They come to us, but us Love draws,
He swallows us, and never chaws:
By him, as by chain'd shot, whole ranks to die,
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.
If 'twere not so, what did become
Of my heart, when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room, I carried none with me:
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me: but Love, alas,
At one first blow did shiver it as glass

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite,
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore
But after one such love, can love no more.

One more day

Without Hope, by Frida Kahlo



The smell of hospital
in her nostrils heavy,
always complaining about it
White upon white and more white
sheets, walls, nurses
she thinks she should have taken with her
pencils and brushes
she would paint blue skies 
and red tubes against green, 
reminding her poppies 
in that meadow 
back then when she was 18...
or a balcony
just like her own back home...
Home...really,
where was that, she can't remember
For a while, when the pain is gone, 
time smiles at her, another hour, day maybe
being thankful for it, being thankful for it...

all these tubes and machines
-can you please make that noise stop?- 
same request every day
-can you please make the pain stop?
Friends come and go, 
and she is there
trying to fool everyone
that she has yet
one more day to live... 

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Underneath









my heart underneath

white solitude of winter - 

last night's snow

Monday, December 12, 2011

Prayer



"If I have harmed anyone in any way either knowingly or unknowingly
through my own confusions I ask their forgiveness.

If anyone has harmed me in any way either knowingly or unknowingly
through their own confusions I forgive them.

And if there is a situation I am not yet ready to forgive
I forgive myself for that.

For all the ways that I harm myself, negate, doubt, belittle myself,
judge or be unkind to myself through my own confusions
I forgive myself."

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Introspection

Introspection, by Jef Paeper (c)
Waves
Rising and falling
endlessly
For days and nights
with no sun and no stars
I drink this sea
I inhale memories
Motionless
over the remnants of love 
white ash
and traces of broken time
your smile
my dancing eyes
You left behind
your false "true" self
I kept only pieces of my heart
and thin paper hopes
Hard to hold you
hard to imagine your face
so many wounds
too little light
as the night walks in
with silent steps


I tried...
I tried...
I tried... 
Shall I breathe? Shall I open my eyes?
The void. A vertigo love. 


To have and to have not.
Forgive me,
for not forgiving you yet... 

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Winter moon



winter moon
as i lay beside you
with my eyes open
am not asleep, just laying there
still
breathing in
breathing out
as the stars pass outside the window
flowing towards all directions...
the cold night covers me
i hear you sighing in your sleep
my hand rests on your thigh
my beloved place
like a mountain,
a sea
an island where once we sat under the sun
drinking and tasting the air
in another dream
maybe in another life
my fingers caress you
the night rushes inside the room
i lay motionless
my eyes on you
as you move closer
the heat of your body mingles
with the purple longing of the night
and suddenly i want you
with an unbearable hunger
you, my lover,
you, beside me on the bed
 - i then remember, years ago,
when i was 8
one  night i stayed awake looking at the moon
measuring its whispers with my heartbeat,
when no one else could.... -

My fingers play with the shadows 
i open my mouth to call your name
so close
am warm and ready
i touch you
you smile knowing
you always know
how restless i become
under the winter moon....

Undressing





Undressing my heart
sorrow unfurls in ribbons
by your loving hands
longing exceeds the limits
as you kiss my scars gently

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Withers...



sun after the rain
 my eyes are longing for you
endlessly
the rose in my hand withers
covered with snow and sadness

Friday, December 2, 2011

Flowing

                                                                                                                                                     River stars , by @aswirly (c) 2009



flowing in the night
the river carries away
fugitive stars

Hidden.



behind the fence
where we used to stand and kiss
hidden plum blossoms

cracked hourglass




rhythm of my breath
counting the moments, the hours
cracked hourglass

Star gazing



star gazing
insignificant and small
i embrace myself

Footprints on snow



He then swore madly
on the life of his children
he loved her deeply
his love fickle like his oath
no more than footprints on snow

Shadows



she walks down the street
her eyes full with christmas lights
her heart in shadows

Swaying.



swaying in the wind
 my sorrow coloured purple
a night lily blooms