28 février 2010
I have gone marking
I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,
sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad.
A swan, a tree, something far away and happy.
The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season.
I who lived in a harbor from which I loved you.
The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.
Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
The way nets cannot hold water.
My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling.
Even so, something sings in these fugitive words.
Something sings, something climbs to my ravenous mouth.
Oh to e able to celebrate you with all the words of joy.
Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.
My sad tenderness, what comes over you all at once?
When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit
my heart closes like a nocturnal flower.
P. Neruda
The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it's overturned the order of the soul... L. Cohen
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. R. Tagore
The end of our Way of the sword is to be fearless when confronting our inner enemies and our outer enemies. T. Yamaoka
A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places. E. Eberhardt
Snowmen fall from heaven... unassembled. Anonymous
Deep roots are not reached by frost. J.R.R Tolkien
The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself. Lao Tzu
A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn. C. Debussy
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought. M. Basho
Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.
Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow. N. V. Peale
