poetry

stratching ~
sound is the key to understanding the words.
the last question is: am I lo-ve?..
I pray to the deity of the body - from its creation,
it is full of the noisy time voices.
life is my last cherished dream - 
Calderon* sleeps with the summer song of the beehive...
did all the water pour out
while I watched the universe? ..
there is the golden sun and the daylight ..
after all, there is God 
(and sometimes there is none ..)
*Life Is a Dream is a Spanish-language play by Pedro Calderón de la Barca.

by the fireplace
the doors opened wide and with no apparent reason
and finest music suddenly connected the souls of men and women...
the beat joint our hands and shoulders 
like the wave of legato sing that combines the jumping notes
the house filled up with the light of an unearthly alphabet...
and more .. with the magic light of your mysterious eyes ..
glare, shadows, sparks and masks .. everything was gone 
embodied in a trace of the tune from God itself and the worlds of integrity...
I saw the image: through the minutes in the threads of our sleep
the light of harmony of the soul radiated flowing silence ...
the heart of God beat in unison, above time and lines
and the fire was glowing scarlet like your tender silk scarf ...
this inspiration was so innocent and our dreams were serene ..
you know .. maybe you and I were just in love with the music,
just in love with the music...

the density of sound ~
(to the unfashionable artist)
angel with the wings growing from the heart,
wake me up with the raspberry colored bell, 
open up, breathe out and wonder:
there is lava hot, mountain tall and chanting loud.
open up your soul where femininity melts
and blends tenderness with love
where the crown-hands will reach the sky
and the feet-roots will pierce the basalt and the flint,
where life is woven from bindweed shoots,
where the parallel lines converge in a Human

miniature pencil drawings ~
your skin is so light and so transparent
I can see the stars through it...
you and the moon shadow - together 
wake me up at night
black velvet - red silk - no - 
you leave like a chamomile flower flowing down the river stream
i lay down, look up and page through the summer skies
listening to the earth sphere rotating
i feel the sun color full of apricots 
on my eyelashes ...