birds of prey

image property of Miguel Lasa

all of them birds
of prey, guilty of hunger
needing to feed their babies
who will become hunters;

precise and elegant
in their attacks, eyeing
their preys from height
they hit and soar silently;

they keep their prized
possesion in their beaks
and on their way to the nest
they should be thinking

how to teach their always
greedy babies to live
with as much as they need
for the day, no more, no less

to keep the balance
with the food source
the spring of life
they stain from time to time

to be forgiven -the hunters
they must be mindfull
of those who suffer
through life's sacrifices

Christmas wishes

This night I do not care
for many things that are out there
I am not hungry, I am not cold
I wish the same to others young and old;
I do not care for fancy clothes, nor for
the newest gadgets, jewles or fur;
luxury is something I can live without
as long as I am healthy, I feel strong
I wish you all good health, and a good mood.
I care for music during Christmas night,
I care for harmony and peace within my family,
I care for peace around the world
for all the wars to stop and make way for reason;
I want to keep what it is mine,
I want to give what is to leave
I want a wing and a strong arm
I want a pair the same as me,
that I can hold with my arm
so we can fly with our two wings,
and dance in front of stars, despite the winds
like snowflakes in the air of night
the Christmas night when we shall share
the joy for this one special baby
who was born to spread His Light
onto believers, and onto us

paint

if I could paint with words
I would put a little silver
the leaves this season
so they could shine
and draw the eye
from the glittering
windows of the shops;
I would add a little shade
of pink and purple
to cheer up those who slept
on the wintery path
where trees loose their leaves
and the landscape turns gray.
I would hang cones in my christmas tree
that I should plant outside;
I would not mind the deer
and the rabbits
eating my vegetable garden;
and I would paint in the morning
fresh flowers in the garden beds;
by midday
I would make sure
the sun has been drawn
up on top of the painting;
I would tint my fingers with orange
and purple and blue to smear on the sky
for an unforgettable sunset;
anmd everyevening I would draw
a blue-black curtain
over the day
and start dreaming
about the colors
I should use to paint
tomorrow.

sometimes - or the color of night

sometimes a stranger
comes out of the night
to pick your burned wings
from the ground and
pushes you to fly again;
you come out of the night
into the light
never to forget
his name or his face
until next time
when you're burnt
and fall down.
eternal Icarus
you are destined to fly;
you are destined to find out
the reasons why;
but till you find out
know if you fall
- not all you dreamt of is lost
the darkest night
is hiding somewhere
a the color of hope

bella cita

beautifull city
with wide streets
crowded with so many people
I will never meet;

beautifull city
with white buildings
on the main boulevard
inside which no real pople live;

beautifull city
with the asphalt as gray
as anywhere, but warmed
by the hopes so many people had
while walking on your streets;
with the asphalt wounded
by the high heels of the enamored
lady running late to meet her date;
with your suburbia streets dusted
by the touch of so many baloons
the young boys were playing with
while they still had there dreams
that one day they will be champions
and score in the the most
grandious soccer finale
the world has had.

beautifull city
with tiny orange lights
to let you see through the nights
when your students study
for the dreaded exams
that will let them mature;

beautifull city
with the grandmothers
still crochetting
for their unborn nieces
and nephews;
when they are not walking
your streets to the market
or walking in circles
because they forget
where they were going to
as if it would matter
to you.

broken glass

there is a feeling
it starts wih a sound
long rememebered by the mind
it starles us and even its echoes
have the strange intentions
of convincings us
of their existence
it happens and if it happens
it's broken
it will never be the same
broken glass
the glue you may put
will barely
hold toghether
the warm feling
the admiration
for what it one was
a darling piece
but from now on
starting with the sound
it is just
broken glass

music lives

music lives and they
are living it
within their bodies,
like a child that
glorifies all the joy
herself is bringing
to the parents
and their guests.
If it touches you just let it
run through your blood
playfully or calmly,
or otherwise
if a tear runs out your eyes
it a sign of pure emotion
showing that
your are now living
through the music
and believing.

Love is a candle

rainbow colored thoughts

love is a fire burning
like in a censer every day
to keep the light on
in one's soul;
but there are times
when if it twinkles
it gets fragile
and needs a kindle;
it takes some time
a little care
to make it through
the coldest night;
if you are willing
not to take but also give it
your joy and time
love will be what you make of it.

winter comes

photo credits Nina I. Andersen

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winter comes with great surpise
especially through children's eyes;
they long expect in the warm house
the sight of flouries at the fall of night;
and when they seem to have grown tired
from the wait the snowflakes fall
and their eyes start to twinkle
you can see once the iris color - periwinkle
and then two stars and thousands of reflections
in the mirrors they protect with lashes;
they can't wait to go outside in the fresh morning.
their cheeks bloom red with joy
and they ignore the coldest frost;
the sledge is here? if not
the bottom of the pants stays always near
will slide on snow, will dance on ice;
will all fall tired in the night.

the moving edge

Photo credits Julio Segura Carmona
rainbow colored thoughts: November 2006



I have been there
at the edge of the world
where the sea kisses the sand;
where the sky reaches
to the other end of the sea
I have been there swinging
and changing moods and thoughts;
while the colors of the sky
played with their fingers
on the blushing clavier of the water;
I have been there I say
when nobody else was watching
I dipped my fingers and asked
the sea if we're allowed to even touch it.
and there I have learned that if we have
great respect the water will bear our ships
on its back; and I have been there with crowds
trying to mingle with creatures from other worlds;
but they were all happy to give up
their attempts at becomings
creatures of the sea, after a mere few strokes;
they gave up trying to become creatures of the sky;
after a mere fluttering of their arms;
they happily gave up trying to be creatures of the land
after playing hide and seek and burying themselves in the sand.
we have resumed to living with our feet on land,
with the head in the clouds and dipping our fingers
in an ocean of salty waters at the marging of sand.
the hopes that we harbored before we came into existence
reach every now and then out and we invent machines
that put us on teh moon and then bring us back on land;
airplanes that fly, and boats that float, submarines that
submerge and everynow and then we get to be on the edge
of the new limits that we are resetting
but for most of us the edges stay largely fixed
in the same place where they were when we came
reality stays in place unchanged by our minor events,
while us and our loves ones come and go
making us perhaps the slightly moving edge of the universe.

Monday Shoes

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Monday Shoes
should always be slip on's
so one would never be late
because of them;
they should never require
being cleaned in the morning;
they should never loose
each other from sight;
if possible they should jump
right on my feet;
here would come left and there
would come right;
since after the weekend
the day should start
with a least stressfull morning
and now off we go, right foot up!

falling leaf

rainbow colored thoughts

when the brightly colored leaf
finally fell
the changes came too soon and too fast.
first it turned cold
and as the sugar in its veins grew old;
the neat skin crinkled;
the pieces that made up its youthful soul
broke up
with little cracks, then turned
to ashes
while dissipating all around
fueling heat
for in its final celebration it has burned for us

at the edge

photo credit: salih güler & photo.net
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if we find ourselves
at te edge of teh universe
and you give me your hand
I will take you further
and when you are tired
I will take I will
take you back home
if you only trust me
my brother;
if I trust you
my brother;
let's walk togheter
the joys of life
the challenges
and the despair
just hold my hand
and be there
somewhere
for me
mine
my
brother

so happy am I
to say "us"
because you are
none of us
will be ever alone
at the edge
of this unknown
universe

presentiment of white

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credits for the photo: Vilnis Peimanis & photo.net

they must have come near:
in the morning
stary shapes sit on my windshield
the wind hisses in my ear
when I try to sleep
the leaves are sent in circles
wandering from here to there
since they have lost
their high seats on the branches;
no place to rest but by the fire,
where chestnuts will wait to be roasted,
and marshmallows to be burned.
the day is short, the night is long
there is a chance for us to talk
indoors so we draw ourselves
closer to each other,
to feel our own warmth,
as the winter days
will be here shortly
-dressed in white.

new

tabula rasa
scared mind
does not dare to think
what happens
does not dare to absorb
does not dare to trasnform
that's when
it became
tabula rasa
when it awake
the worls was singing
and on the blue strings
of his guitar
the world around
turned into blues
full of blues
the river's water.

solid stony embrace

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she who only knew
how to live in the present
he who was sending with a bird
his message to the future
and his fear of beeing forgotten
after a mere fifty years;
she who only feared forgetting
where the keys were,
and when her favorite show was on;
they coupled togheter
in a perpetually vibrating loop
in serch for resonance.
their hands holding togherer
while a path was beeing crafted
right under their feet.
the music they threw in the world
left in search for its time;
they were singing for the joy of their life.
people were comming to listen to them,
for years. now they are quiet
a stone statue in the park
the couple that's tightly embracing
and meanwhile keeps an open gate
for the other half of the world
who wants to pass under their influence.

autum fest

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His voice
a little bitter
than the beginning
of fall; her hair
the color of honey;
his eyeglasses
like her eyes - blue;
they survey the crowd
with their eyes;
hazy their voices
trouble the quiet
air in the afternoon
of a song filled
autumn fest.
the two policeman
on their bikes;
don't dare to move;
so as not to detune
with the vibrations.
when the magic is over
they will dissolve in the crowd;
who will quickly forget
where they left a mark.

The red kisses' effect

Red kisses can ripen the apples
Rise the sun on a sky of colors
Make the sea roar heard
Till the top of the mountains.

As for me, I fell forever in love
With an orange tree that we once found
In the church’s garden in front of which
At least in my memory kids will always play ball.

leave one out

if we would all be fed the same news
wouln't it be like we would all see
the same facet of the diamond called truth?
wouldn't it be like the world was again flat
just because our combined news agencies
erroneusly relayed the same piece of news
from an inquisitor type of reporter.
born by mistakes several centuries too late?
would it be good if we would all think in the same way?
perhaps. since harmony would reign.
but how about progress? only directed one way?
how about balance? will all our flat world tilt
if all opinions lean the same way?
for myself...I would rather run the risk,
or the pleasure of a debate everyday,
over a peculiar piece of news I heard
and interpreted one way, different than your way;
I would rather have a big banquet and talk
to all in more or less unison, and learn
to apreciate and not harm the one who by neccesity
takes his turn in the game where we leave one out.

give or take

rainbow colored thoughts
who else but him cares
for our suffering race?
are we going to fight him
or are we going to love him;
are we going to rip him
of the gifts he has brought us
or are we going to wait
for his story to unfold
for the paraables to be told;
and then lift our head
to receive the sign of peace
on our foreheads;
cup our hands
to receive the bread;
then learn to shape
the bread ourselves;
perhaps to fish
in quiet waters;

apostoles of a new world

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true they came here empty handed
but their souls were filled with song
they asked for a piece of bread
some were given a dry bed;

their eyes shinning, their voices singing
in a tongue we never heard
they were teaching us about life
poor that could not be ignored;

and in times they all grew taller
their tongues changed or we did learn
how to understand their message
now they were the ones to give instead.

my child's words

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He says life is
a bowl full of happiness;
his sister
a butterfly and his mom
a flower;
his dad (also enforcer of dicipline)
is but a catterpillar;
let's hope all these holds promise
of a colorful future.

lamento (for the children of war)

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how many more need to fall
till we'll understand
the'll be forever gone
and we'll miss them?

the young crop grew
with a need of money
and a dream of power and glory
what will the next one dream of?

for some it was pride
which was instilled in their mind
and sometimes shame
even if only the parents were to blame.

if the innocent laugh
were a sound of the past
how many days of rain
would we need to clear the pain?

where could we go
to hide from our past
if their future
is what we thought of last?

silence

rainbow colored thoughts
silence is where
nothing is more important
than you
and you are being disolved
in the surroundings
calmly

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he and his voice
take a stroll in the forest
they talk to each other
in a balancing act

is he the one
to take a decision
or is it his voice which
is sometimes in tune

does he decide
who he'll be tomorrow
or it's up to his toughts
and his manager voice

the leisurly walk
is an act of (pre)creation
is's peace that he's making
between him who woke up alone
and his voice that will
say it all or put it on paper
as soon as he'l finish
his morning cleaning routine.

indian summer

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this is the time
when the seeds you planted
reward you with flowers;
this is the time
when the flowers you cared for
reward you with seeds;
a leaf on the lawn marks the elbow
where summer binds to fall.

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your heel is round
and soft but it can
kick off the dance
your eyes are lit
by joy and your smile
is a flower that blooms
on your face
the voice that I hear
sings in colors
you are the child
of many desires;
you change the world
wherever you touch it;
you are a fountain
for those who are thirsty
of joy and enthusiasm
stay with me
more than a day
and I'll shape a ball
with the shape of your heel
we'll invent a game
where no one gets hurt;
we'll dance to the sun
and tallk to the stars
watch the butterflies
and wonder how could they
have been different
in a not distant past

music is

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music is
part of my day
when I walk
down the street
it's always
comming my way

music is
companion to me
on my journeys
when I am all alone
does not mind sharing
with my friends a song

music is
painted with colors
of joy or darkened
by sadness or loss
forever young
forever my love

Painless world

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If we could all buy with our money
the health of our friends
wouldn't you you rather live
in a world where we'd all be poor?
We would roam the streets in rags
under which we'd hide our bodies
pure and untouched by disease.
we shall search ourselves
for food in the fields;
draw water from the fountain
of youth , wash our souls
till they are ready to touch
brother souls in a painless world?
but before all these let us think
are we ready to give
are we ready to live?
and what if it still does not work?
will it mean
that we changed not anything?

dream market

I went to the dream market
and asked for a boat
they had one for sale
and it costed a day of my life
I went further to search
for other offers
and took out the boat from my mind
but the dream market
had no merchandise on display
only smells and photos
that you had to paint
so i decided
the market had nothing to offer
I headed back home
and I felt poorer
than any other man.
a man with no dream
is a desert who does not
even long for teh water that
can give back life
drop by drop,
I started to shape
from boards and from log
something my hands knew
only what would become
my mind then caught up
I was building the boat
the dream had caught up
and added the sails
since I had already
unkowingly paid the price.

traveler

the traveller
often away from home
learning to be a new man
on his paths in life
with joy he goes
and with joy he returns
although he often complains
about beeing away too much.
he has put in his bags
his neat folded clothes
and now he takes out
a bundle of dreams
that he's brought as a gift
to his twinkle in the eye kids.
Under them
after they have flown in the air
stays a salty smell of sweat
and foreign dust
mixed with the perfumes
of a hotel that has been
home for a while.
the air is sparkling
with words before a good
quiet night.

LIght

there is light in my window
and light in my soul
spreading all over the joy
to have been born.

today the space is all open
gravity is beeing generous
and allows me to spring
high in the air

I am close to the birds
chirping for the morning
in the tree that is blooming
while loosing its leaves

there may be no reason for all
but today is the day
when the problems of the world
have been lifted from Atlas shoulders

so he's roaming the hills
jumping over the springs and
enjoyng himself unaware
of the serecy of his mission

today he feels young but tomorrow
he may be tied to the ground
and all the atmosphere will press on his shoulders
while his hair will resume to turn gray.

today though he chooses
to take one more free breath
before he'll go back
to his regular job on earth

on growing up

rainbow colored thoughts

that magic time when I was a child i was given a gift
greek myths and gods were populating my mind
i knew they could see me from the top of their mountain
or forests where they convived with middle age gnoms

at that time my parents had the stature of gods
but as I went on reading I started to notice
that their height had decreased
and the skin on the cheeks
were I was daily depositing a kiss
was becoming thiner and older


at times they were making mistakes
they did not want to admit
but I continued to read while they slowly got small
they had become very real human beeings
with problems that needed solutions
no magic to help them at all
and although they ceased to be perfect
my love for them had started to grow.

holiday

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I am one with the sand
and one with the salt
in an ocean of waves
reflecting the sun rays.
when the mind is at rest
just planning the future
for a one week duration
the length of vacation.
i am blinded by light
there is no boat in sight
to save me i have to swim
if I want to redeem
the sin of not doing
anything really.

invitation for you

i like you
but more
i like us
cause
you as in one
is worse
than you
as in two
and even thus
you as in two
could benefit
if changed
into us.

focus

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It happens if you let the river flow
Instead of fighting if you do let go
You become one with your own goal
And in silence you do pave the road
and many friends will try to follow
and others will try to distract.
no matter though where the winds blow
your ship is headed where is should
and in the sky for you so bright
the north star follows you on your path.
it's not a fight it'just the normal flow
you and your ship crew following a goal.

roundness

random waves
shape perfect stones
round and smooth;
all of them pebbles
alike as brothers
rolling on top of each other
moving away from each other
but never to far
never forgetting
who they are
unless they get picked up
by a forgetful kid
or an artistic lady
who wants to remember
the beauty of her vacation
at the edge of the sea

flight

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It happens when I think of you so hard
that a piece of my heart takes off;
sometimes with pain, sometimes with joy
like a rose petal on thin wings of air;
flies a little, dies a little
or rests a while on the forehead of the world
pressing it with all the weight of my love
with the memories of our friendship,
tossed in the bag of seconds we shared
in harmony or conflict or song.
till I forget it all in the swirls of today
and the petal turns into an angel
with tired wings but ready to fly again
over the ocean of salty water
and mountains of men
to grab hope by its tail, make it stay
make us belive we'll be again togheter
in harmony and able to paint
the seconds with the multicolored blood
of our two different souls

on becoming part of a forest

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Nothing so far, I feel nothing
but the humidity in the air,
the breath I take getting heavy
perhaps the pressure on my fingers
slowly cleaning themselfs of dust,
becoming green, multiplying into leaves;
their dirt dripping on humid ground,
turning clean like tears
for unknown and already dead leaves.
the forest has overtaken my presence.

i am none but a tree among trees
there is sap in my veins
nothing but sap and the need
to hiss with the wind
i cannot move anywhere so I gave up my shoes
since the forest has grown roots
allover my space, tied my legs
offering in return a large piece of eternity
the gift that and one may call me imortal
as long as the forest shall live

my limp arms are gaining strength
just for staying in place
raised and waiting for the sun.
if it will ever come
I will be here, standing;
my soul turned inside out
by words then dipped in
the songs of the forest.


who said there is no collective soul
did not recall the times long gone
of going to school or to church,
of hissing with the wind; a friend's search;
singing a tune on a stadium lawn;
cying over a meaningless game
of sports, a movie, a dead flower;
losing the singularity of "you"



PS:
watch the snowflakes falling
open the sky to your eyes
till it will absorb you
get lost in their dance
silently. then wonder why
your hand felt like ice

the door

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I open my house door in two ways
One when I want to get out and be free
One when I want friends to come in and see me
To all of us the door reserves surprises and mysteries

Are we the same as we were
The day when we last said good bye
Are we estranged or ready to change to be friends
Are we the people left in the past or we belong to tomorrow

In front of the door lays my garden
The flowers which have been waiting for me
To water them, feed them, and clean them from al pests and disease
Behind the door: my conflicts, my friends and our thoughts that we’re independent.

color of age

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Age comes
Like snow falling
In a myriad of ways
Like a veil on the eyes
Like a layer of white on the hair
Like the perfume of lavender
From a bag in the closet
Where from the clothes do not match
Neither the body nor the fashion of today.
Nobody remembers when she gave up
The use of colors and she adopted the eternal black.
Ageless her eyes twinkle with life when she walks
On the freshly painted white street
And one can guess the richness of her life
In their light even when she rests
On the bench under the platan tree.

contemporary men

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i see them on the street sometimes
the perfect men, with matching faces
and perfect names; their muscles neat
the body mass at the right level,
the cholesterol in control, and sometimes shiny braces.

but what amazes me is the way
they are plugged in to their devices
ipod on hand, cell phone at belt
I would almost think there is a pair
of bionical wings squarely folded on their shoulders.

the other day I met one jogging
in the park, the place where kids go feed the ducks
he almost smiled in friendliness (like yesterday's)
fully aware that he was born right for today
then disapered in the harmonic loneliness of an iTune

happiness

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happiness is
when you spring out of bed
ready to start
the day

light on your cheek
a hand in your hand
a plan or no plan
for the day

something to do
something to wait for
some time to rest
in the midsts of the day

happiness is
something to share
something to give and to build
with you everyday

all wihin you
all in your brain
when you're ready to dream
at the end of the day

maybe

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truth is not one
and is not stable
but constanlty build
from different angles
by different builders
and put in words
by different writers

if we were to use
all the mirros to see it
to calculate all the energy
that it takes to shape its
multifacets
it might be cheaper
to make our own version

but then could we
ever reach a consesus
or at least rely
on a common clock?
we have been asked
to continue the search
for the one true truth

in this world

hide and seek or giving and receiving

rainbow colored thoughts

I was hiding
on the dark side of the moon
facing west
and waiting for a typhoon
to shake the world
and start anew
on the facet of earth
that has known you.

you touched my face
and turned it slightly
it used to be dark
pale yellow it was
in the face of sun
you touched my legs
and they suddenly run
but my mind looked back

I took my time
to learn to remember
the truth that is worth
I have put in a word
the truth that was not
I learned to forget
to share I learned
and then I dared

i was hiding and thought
there was joy in beeing sought;
but I had to keep far
and lonely
for there was a black hole
that had learned to devour
the seeds of joy
from the craters
of the hardest alloy

you blew the wind
which took the seeds
and planted them
on fertile ground
the tree has sprung since
its arms towards the sky
praising the light
and giving thanks

for the lesson
that time has taught
that giving is simply
the foundation of receiving
for all that you keep
is what you once gave away
with all your soul
and all your love

my legs have now
roots in the earth
it would take
a typhoon
to move me and even then
I will allways travel
with your icon
and voice in my veins

silence2

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Silence fills with your thoughts
which you let flow in empty space
they gather in a river
which washes your mind
of noises and dirt of any kind.

This one minute is just for you
and the friend you have invited
to share the richness
of your common silence.
(Do not forget to listen to his)

You let yourself flow and the ride
is as smooth as the river you made;
Keep quiet, don't ask for help
and help will come from within
from the deep silence itself.

blue tattoo

rainbow colored thoughts
the man with the intricate tattoo
must have had some muscle to show
sometime in the perhaps not too distant past
today he sits on a rotten bench and remembers the day
when pain used to be one step away
from pleasure, when he laughed thinking that
his body has become a piece of art
today he thinks that the piece of blue art
may have the power to keep him young.
pain comes more often to visit his body
they have known each other for a long time;
he himself looks no more artistic
than that old twisted branch
that he can crush with his foot under the bench;
the blue color turned towards gray
but when he half closes his eyes
the tattoo that he sees stays
on a healthy piece of skin
of a twenty years old
dreaming to become a marine.

the future has past by us
we have been left in the present
forever - as young as we think we are
the only chance we have left
is to carefully plan the present
we will see at dawn

white city

rainbow colored thoughts

The white city stood tall
in the middle of a green sea
its columns were shinning
the eyes were barely trying
to look them up and blinking
while the midday heat fell like water;

the streets reflected the marble's
color, the sweat of the people was falling
on the pavement and all this
while the world was following it, advancing
with one moure hour - slowly
but surely like the Washington traffic

all about feelings

rainbow colored thoughts

It is all about feelings
and about he sun who stays
in ones minds when he's at rest
when he chooses to remmeber
what is best

it is all about my friends
the few who stay
the many who have themselves
or I have left, about our love who made me
who I am

and when you'll visit
I will pour a glass of words
and you can choose
caressing ones or scolding ones. we'll paint
with them

an image on the glass of time
and when we'll face a mirror
with a mirror's face in a dusty corner you shall find
a humble but our own
post stamp.

local police

rainbow colored thoughts
the local police discusses
new rules they want o impose
they will be tough so
order will rule and people will
gladly obey;
the streets will be clean
and the signs clearly posted;
all people will
know where to go, when
and what they will do there;
they will be simple and clear
but these rules
they cannot yet figure;
and if they will
who will put them in practice?
they are but the local police
the ones to order
the ones who listen
and discipline will have
to visit the town

sweet n sour

rainbow colored thoughts

sweet sound of youth
feet stomping, feet shuffling
running outdoors to forget
all about annoying parents
their old sour voices
and sound advice.
trust that you have
friends that last
that their advice
will sound sweeter
to your ears
young and thin
and full
of the music
of today's teens'
all that you listen
to

prayer

rainbow colored thoughts

be the one to drive the dawn
be to one to raise the sun
be the water and the fire
be the mother and the son
be there when the sky is gray
listen to the our voices when we pray
listen to our thoughts that we do not dare say;
give us just what we can carry;
be the one who grants forgivness
be the one who help victims forget
please whatever name you bear
keep us strong - our belief
that you are there.
don't let things become so messy
so dirty, or broken, that in despair
you could decide there is no chance for repair
and of all the ways out of the story
you would start anew again.

color of night

rainbow colored thoughts

when is dark
packs of dogs bark;
on the face of night
a drop of light
the moon- flows .
millions of stars
send their light,
our sun patiently waits

it is to us to turn
our faces towards it
to get warm
ready to act - be one
with the light
never alone
never at risk
of boredom

ice

rainbow colored thoughts

when silence builds a wall of ice
when distance grows between two souls
when time is an exscuse to grow
a little farther apart, then a little old
when winter comes and nights are long
we shall remember summer's heat
the desert sun, the empty beach
when silence covered everything
but the music that we had within
when silence was a kind of glue
bewteen two souls,
a way to help an empty hand
reach the other's hand, and thus be full
and on them both
a drop of salt.

spring love

She moved like a tornado across the sea
the wind was taking her slender silhouette
places and she was ravaging those
with waves of thundering voices and will

she bend but she never drew back
she breathed the salt of the sea
into her chest which grew stronger
although it never appeared as such

what could it be if not just a humid cloud
deformed to parallel the vertical line
along witch it run untired, unstoppable
between the sky - the sea, and back

it is a wonder how it did vanish
such strenght dissaperaing at once
the arch of the rainbow shone a victorious light
and peace set in her footprints to stay

her footprints, they're gone
like any other footprints
in the dunes of the sand
whose memory's shorter than a season

but footprints on water -
who can let himself forget
the image of a tornado
or the fear to get wet.

like the trip to the moon

rainbow colored thoughts

"Like the trip to the moon or that other star
since you are ready to go that far
you may as well go for nothing"
L. Cohen

old time shininng

Old time is seen shinning on the knee
and on the toe of the statue in the park
where a large number of hands
touched the metal piece of art
gave it soul or simply warmth
in return for it's mere presence.
and if one can warm a stone
or a bronze statue as here
does he add a bit of life
to the statuary art?
does he mean to send in time
or to the hand that's next in line
at least a tiny piece of him
or he's eating a small part
from the sculpture in the park.

Radio boy

His voice sounded clear and sweet
he was singing his love for a woman
which did not exist;
thus sending a message
to his real and imperfect girlfriend.
risking to fall down from the top
of a mountain of love.
or was it him who was about to fall
in solitude, indifference?
i could not see the face
of the man on the radio
but I knew behind the veil of his voice
his tears were those cried by my eyes
his longings like so many young dreams

cheap alarm clock with a red face

How is it: words are cheap and living deep
or words are deep and living cheap
and that is why we love to live
in the refuge that books do offer
from realty that waits or snaps your face
the moment when you close the covers
or how about we live more sweetly and learn
to (re)turn from dream at 6 am

slippery road

it was lying in front of my door
as a slippery mat
in front of a slippery road
that grew overnight from
my house of dreams
to the sea it seems
so i slid and fell
and my head filled
with the waves of
rhytms and rhymes.
(on which I sometimes swim
and sometimes dream)
somehow I got stuck
with a smile on my face
that says to everybody
what a simple soul I am;
as simple as the soul
of the trees, simpler than the asphalt
who some think has no stories to tell;
notmuch different than the soul children
and pets. I do not live the fear of wild animals
except soemtimes at night
when I cannot see
the road in front of me.
the flying mat of poetry takes me sometimes
to places where other have certainly been
but cannot remember
unless they took the pictures
of the metaphors they saw
during their unique, irrepetable trip.

the use of dark colors

after the flame is gone
gray is the color that stays,
in part pure as white and
in part sad as black,
with all the nuances in between.

brown is the earth that has been burned,
left bared and all exposed,
aching but ready to start anew
perhaps in frail green,
when life gets ready
to take over all the power;

it turns to red when fires burn
all that yesterday made sense.

and then again brown
is the mixture off all
has lived lived or it will
but if we are to look in face
the source of light
that feeds our life
we would get burned
and all the joy would
too soon turn
to ashes;

it may be better that
we all shall wear
from time to time
a pair of glasses -
gray like age
and lacking passion
(just like wisdom
in its essence)

mixture in brown

after the flame is gone
gray is the color that stays
pure like white and sad as black
and all the nuances in between
brown's the earth that has been burned
bare and clean and all exposed
ready to start a new
perhaps like green when life is ready
to take over all the power
turn to red when fire burns
nonchalantly all that yesterday made sense
brown is the mixture off all that lived
and that will live
but if we are to look in face
the source of light
that feeds our life
we would get burned
and all the joy would turn too soon
to ashes, so we all must wear
grom time to time
a pair of glasses
gray like age
and lacking passion,
like wisdom in essence

Moms dance

I see Moms
moving in circles
pirouetting on no toes
moms running
and balancing
cakes and toddlers
on their shoulder, on the hips
putting toys in boxes
faster than a normal man
can think
no time to rest
no time to breath
faster spinning
till the sink
where thousand dishes
are dirtying themselves
continously
there's but one danger
i would think
that too much running
will prevent them from
listening
to the tiny kid
which should stay
is in the center of the cicle
(even if dazzles by the speed)
and not anything
else one may think

burning light

There is light that burns for you
there is a light to keep you warm
And in the middle of the storm
you should know that
You have to keep your balance
you have to fight in any stance
cause there are hopes and love and friends
that wait for you
and even if nobody's stepping in
or if nobody lends a hand
the light that shines is still within you
but reach out, a little further than
where you place your hand or set your heart
at no more than an inch, or maybe a mile
will be a gate, an island
or a lighthouse
jus keep going
find a friend
the light will burn
there is no end

White

The day is white
their eyes are tired
how will they find
the way through this misty day?
what is is that when one can't see
will guide him to
where he needs to be
is it a gene, is it a God
is it one's faith or hope alone?
In misty days
they wash their eyes
they step forward
and hope the road
will take them there
where there is light.
They'll see tomorrow about that

without stumbling

Once arrived at the gates
Never meant to stop
But to show
There is a passage
Into the know
There is a step
One needs to take
And a thought
To be thought
And then one’s changed
As he passes in a blink
Through these gates

Will you know
Can you tell and show?
When you find
The gates
Do not miss the chance
Pass and grow
Into the know
Into the light
Without a fight
In blink

Old poems: part 1 in the color of dust

The dust of memories

Come sit here on this bench with me
The wind of time has erased all memories
Of people who have been sitting on it
Tell me your story and I will write it
On the leaves of this tree, with the ink
Of my voice and your tears and it shall dry.
Till autumn all sins will have been forgotten
Most leaves will have taken their good bye
From the tree. Some will have become dust on the
Very same bench where we sit here today
our souls feeding the flame of a summer day.
If fire and wind are not enough let the rain come
And wash away all traces of dust till it’s gone.

The red kisses' effect

Red kisses can ripen the apples
Rise the sun on a sky of colors
Make the sea roar heard
Till the top of the mountains.

As for me, I fell forever in love
With an orange tree that we once found
In the church’s garden in front of which
At least in my memory kids will always play ball.

Children of the rainbow

if children would come
in all colors of the rainbow
would you dare to think
that blue is better than pink?
that red is better than purple
that green cannot be seen
in a certain place exclusively red?
that just because one is orange
should not come to class and sit
next to the ones colored like beet?

do you think they could share
themselves with their parents better
or just differently?
would they not ask
to know their past?
would we be ashamed
or try not to tell them
that a grand-grandfather was green?
would the start be different
in their race through live

if we would look at children
with the admiration we look
at multicolored butterflies in the sky
we would accept and not fear
their multitudes of why.
we could approach the real problems
after we've decided that color is not
what makes them real different
but what is in their heart
and their voices raised in a rainbow colored art.

Two thoughts in white

There is no beggining yet to the white story, it starts in the middle and it's supposed to continue

The wedding -or a dance for life

The heat of the summer had softened its pressure, and autumn was giving a rest to the people in the county. The works of the summer had been done and people had some time to have fun and to have weddings. The river that passed through the city was giggling with fresh sounds and promise of coolness.
The second day after the wedding the bride and a couple of the maidens went down to the river to bath. They were happy and somehow rushed in the water to cool down. The one that went first had been caught into a vortex that sucked her in, towards the bottom. She gave a sharp cry and the second maiden gave her hand but did not have enough strength to pull her out. She was to be sucked in as well. She waved her hand she looked in desperation at the other girls and they all made a chain with their arms, the bride the last in the chain and the river danced away with them pulling them down. The groom had come running by then to join the girls and it was only because of him and the strength of his love that he managed to pull out his bride from the monster mouth of the river. Other people had come and they pulled the girls out, one by one. They came back to live, all but the last one who had been down underwater for too long. She had been dancing with death for too long and they could not bring her back to life.
The bride and the groom were reborn again, in each other's arms; they were as much in love with each other as they were in love with life at this age.

The holiday

I do not call summer a real summer if I do not get to go to the sea, since childhood it has been like this.
She needed the sea for relaxing and for warming up the bones, for easing the rheumatic pain.
She would go to the beach, get some jar with mud from Techirgiol and wrap herself into this mud and let it dry in the sun. I do not know how much good it does for eh ailment, people say it does but it seems to make people feel good as the y stretch in the sun.
She could not afford to spend much on a holiday but she was very calculated, she could find the room with the cheapest rent and save money. One year she rented a room in an old man house. She was clean and hardworking so when she saw the kitchen of the old man in disarray she did not think she was a guest but washed the dishes and cleaned the space and made it look bright.
She cooked a soup for herself, one of the least expensive dishes...and she shared it with the old man. He found it delicious and asked her to cook for him instead of paying the rent. She saved money and at the end of the week returned home with arms full of presents, a sailor shirt for her beloved nephew, a few toy cars, a blouse for her daughter and cigarettes from the polish illegal traders on the nudist beach - for her son in law.
She got home with a night train and her son in law was waiting for her. It was one o clock in the night and she could not see him on the "peron" but he did. She looked around and spotted her train companions. They had a car and were headed towards a different part of the city but she was going to ask their help. She headed towards them when somebody seized her by her shoulders and would not let go and would not let her turn. She started talking with the presumed thief...I am an old woman; let me alone in peace... when he started laughing. After the scare a big laugh came from her back it was her son in law who o came to help her on her way home. They walked together since they had no car and for the 20-30 minutes they walked they had a good time-sharing each other's news.

A thought in three colored stripes

Hop in! Good morning Mam', good morning Sir! Mhm! The early morning ride from the parking to work is often quiet in the beginning, except for the salutation with the bus driver. The afternoon ride is more interactive. People talk to each other. It seems to have a positive psychological effect since people's faces relax in a smile, sometimes they smile because it's a social rule - I smile when I meet somebody. Or do I smile because I am glad I meet somebody. We are social animals, I vote for the second scenario. I look forward for the bus with three stripes: one blue, one yellow, one white. I will perhaps ride with Kathy and learn about her niece ballet skills, or with Jada and learn about how kids used to grow in the past and what parents thought was important for them; or who know maybe I will find out about an interesting project, or a new method to analyze my results. Perhaps I will find somebody to share my doubts and thoughts with. I decided I will not be lonely in this vehicle with three colored stripes. Time for me to get off. Good bye! Have a good evening.
PS: The driver starts singing to himself cause he was left alone in the bus. Hopefully not for long. He knows some fine Irish tunes, you should listen to him.

First colored thought: pink

It's April in Durham, NC and the color of the day is hard to choose. It has to be one of the colors of the azaleas but which color. Deep pink, fiery pink, light pink, orange pink or white? I think the color of the day should be definitely pink.
The place to be is the Duke Gardens. The azaleas can steel your soul. Wisteria covers the pergola in the center of the stairs garden, and its sweet smell runs through the blood vessels of the garden. Peony like tulips seem to be in fashion across the Duke campus. They look as if they smell like sorbet. A look like a fragrance. A color like an odor. This is a spring like no other reviving the soul for once more.