Posts Tagged With: emotions

If Stars Can’t Be Counted

‘you have two heads that don’t meet each other’ said my grandma
reading with her finger in the palm of my hand
and it is as if I wanted to pull out a chicory root
so deep and bitter are lodged into ground those years
with marks on my knees from climbing the tall home stairs
that had a thick blue whitewash crust
the color of a ripe sky before tempest…

I can’t abandon now what I began once
neither my play with summer clouds
nor the floor rubbed with hot lye
nor the iron heated with embers steaming over clothes

‘Catherine was stupid when she fell in love with Heathcliff
I shall never be like her’
I used to promise myself until I saw that white dove taking flight
from that veranda where I stood crossing my arms
it smelled like wooden toys and cheesed pancakes
it fell sunlight through the vines over the song blooming on my upper lip
those times when I liked the evening stars and I did not look at the moon
…but that white bird flew off too soon too far

the man with a large bunch of keys looked astray/ he asked me to sit on his knees dressed in thin white cotton trousers/ I refused/ the river was murky under the footbridge/ his arms were like supporting ropes/ he wore yellow boots alike the policeman bored of suicide cases watching me absentmindedly

those two heads in my life meet each other like mountains
soul to soul
upon which I will fall down

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Too Much Light

I wrapped myself in a wet bed sheet
feeling cold and warm altogether
the wind bites at water’s edge
I fell asleep arms and feet bound
a clay giant slouching
nightmares run through my body
like a blue alcohol flame
freshly refined

the river stole my house
I found refuge between odds and ends
leaving the windmills at wind’s goodwill
to clear out clouds from the sky
at least at night
when stars are poking diadems
on virgin fronts

I’m swaying along with the sea
growing large inside stretching to the shores
a kingdom of wings and rocks
far from the world that unleashed me
I can’t fly I can’t petrify
tears sit still over my smile
they should have trimmed this ship’s sail
too much life got into light
embracing the wind completely
while ropes hurt

from my body a single night remained
crushed under midday’s cross

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Ex Libris

I met a man in a strange bazaar
arranging his small stand to sell
dead or alive books
through ages
so fantastic so real

I asked him what’s their use
he answered that this depends
upon the light cast where you open them
your heartbeat’s speed and power
your eyeglasses and other accessories

I didn’t reply and went back on my way
I didn’t understand at all
that fire blazing high behind
that gaze of a bird with torn white wings
those red eyes fallen in the dust
like resin from an old tree bark…

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Ice and Fire

A bud from a stone, a light down in the wind,
My puzzled eyes aiming an acanthus flower,
Stars falling again on this white temple columns,
The sky wrapping all in a blanket of felt.

The night pushes further my heart’s customs line,
Where orange and red are slowly dissolving,
The earth within me and its whole fleeting life
Pass without their shadow through fiery ice.

Closer and closer, blue in my dreams,
Trembling volcanoes are lost amid waters.
At dawn, under arches, ruins and smoke,
The sun’s foggy phantom searches his way.

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The Storm

A heavy cloud’s silence is shattered
Through every lightning shrilly blast,
Tormented memories are scattered
Like night’s haunting songs from the past.

This time flight of questions and strong fears
Is trimming my hopes’ flimsy wings.
While a last evening smile disappears
I’m certain about what it brings:

Dark nights ever scratching inside eyes
Like bones screeching under the knife,
With stars hiding far from the blind skies,
A long, tedious, dull feelings strife.

And if I abandon my old dreams
Refusing to taste bitter dew,
Ignited by lost love that still gleams
Tears grow within torches of rue.


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