Women trees

The hidden flowers of the trees
In their bud breasts
Waiting their colored blooming
In cups
On their old branches
The moss growing on the trunk
Like green thighs
On their very thin old cracked crust
With swelling whitish scattered areolae,
Buzzing bee in their tree honeycomb
Like a voice of the heart letting out its sorrow
Aerating their roots with softer mysteries
Growing up above the ground
Their knee roots allowing the inflow of life
To the fibres
Those trees
Like wooden women statues.

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Much More Than Love

Much more than green looks the sea in your twinkling eye,
Much more than salty are your eyes in the sea transgress,
Much more than greeny are leaves floating on waves to die,
In greeny waves, greeny eyes searched the beauty of loneliness.

Much more than you means your love to my eyes of keen,
Much more than love means the green of your sad tear,
Much more than sadness means the beauty of your green,
Much more than green means your life for me, my dear.

Dedicated to Alfred Lord Tennyson.

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Chaotic seconds>>>>

Your tongue becomes a
stretching of your
head.It is, in fact,
a lying tongue, which
breaks the complex
words, until they are
transformed in simple
sounds as the hours are
decomposed into chaotic
seconds to recompose
a new hallucinating time.Our
erratic thoughts anguish in
ignorance and resignation.Our
spaces seep into another
common one. The light
dances on our exhausted
bodies all its
shades of red.We
love each other in
our dream....

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Eternity Of Silence

The wings were struggling
On a leaden sky,
Distorting the space and time
Sinusoidally...

The eternity of silence,
Was dividing my moribundity,
It was separating the flight
From the oblivion....

I needed to escape
From the illusion, that absorbs everything
And from the disillusionment, that digest all....

So, give me your warm hand.
I know, it is a hand of a man.
My fingers will touch you
And I will kiss your silence.

You can give me the strength

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Like or unlike

Like the yellow leaves melting softly,
Or unlike the blue wind blowing loudly;

Like the frost with no power of keeping the life,
Or unlike the warmth allowing the life to rise; ,

Like a dying time in a scarlet autumn
Or unlike the birth of life in the green spring;

Like thinking of temporary in the elderly,
Or unlike the youth thinking of their lasting life; ,

Like the innocence sighing in the bleeding love ruins
Or unlike the guiltiness laughing in the richness of bloody hate.

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Eastern bluestars

I look into your eyes and I see

Those wonderful Amsonia tabernaemontana.

One of your eyes is called trustworthiness,

The other one is confidence.

I look into your eyes and I swear that I see your soul.

I look into your uplifting spirit and I see

The sunny sky and the soothing ocean

Of your sunny love and your soothing melancholy.

I look into this melancholic love and I see

My dream of becoming the woman of your dreams.

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A Note On Existentialist Love

When love is sweet, the sweetness means its light
And light may keep the truth, when love is pure.
But love is bitter, when it turns to fight.
Lovers in fight are always immature.

But night of love may never come to dream
As pure light, where darkness never comes
And night of dream may swim in love upstream,
When darkness in the light always succumbs.

When love is true, the purity may hold
And lovers' dreams are never in the dark.
When angels' lights eternity enfold
And light of love may continue to spark.

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Blind dancer

Blind dancer in blue

Slips

And enhances the movement itself in an ice dancing.

The woman is transformed
Alternatively
Into a blue bird
And vice versa.
More accurate,
She becomes a bird woman
For an absolute motion.

From the depth of her soul,
Divine lights
Begin to overflow
The space.

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My two seasons

Glacial braids paralyze the silver time
Bearing that frost coming seemingly
From the North Star
Ceremonial clouds enwind the light
Of the very frigid sun
The gelid wind creeps up its spine
The lifeless forest highlands its somberness
The dusky frozen autumn
Like a decrescent moon in the eclipse
Suffers the ignominy of being left behind
In the faintly confused history
The nature can wait the winter to come
Dressed in her refulgent white
For restoring her sovereignty
Like a queen with blue heart and icy tears

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Coward

I'm in this form having
walls and ceilings
well constructed.I'm

a thinking form.I'm
the keeper of
my own idea.I'm
in this cave of
my conscience.I'm
in the solitude of
self, where only
forming forms of dreams
coexist with me.I'm

in the shadow of
my form.I'm the keeper
of everything I am and
everything I have, but

I cannot fight against

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