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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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Fractioned second

Sentiments evaporating
Wind's strong vitality drying our awakening
Old memories eating the time
Our fractured sight trying to catch
The glimpse of the light up to the point where
It starts melting down,
That light broken up into a rainbow of colors
Those colors in a given reason to create a new one.
My tangled mind keeping churning,
Inside my aching head,
My voice, like a crushed velvet, reaching its echoes..
Old words being heard disorderly everywhere,
Those old words scratching my memory.
Tears leaving the eyes and washing the scars of my soul,
When I keep that fractioned second frozen into this time
I understand that my body is a machine self aware
And willing to protect its own existence
I understand my wish.

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Love

You touch me and hug me

So deep

And I feel that the world

Is no longer existent,

It is quintessentially changed.

It is composed only of us,

Me and you

And our love.

Can you be the one for me?

Can you be the love of my life?

You penetrate into my very being

And you penetrate through my whole being,

I feel you in my whole molecular structure

And we can create a sacred space, a new Sacred Eden.

I'm yours

And nothing else matters.

We become entwined as never,

Especially when

The life explodes

In both of us,

Enlightening our souls

And sanctifying our bodies,

These temples belonging to our Lord.

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Do you think...

Do you think that our love's vibration
And consonances will disappear in the oblivion?
I think that the flight started, where we first met
To give birth to our universe of meaning...
Our meeting was like a fusion of stars...
And our star's core fusion was for poetry,
And it was certainly for love....
Our divine love
Like the light, which glows more than ever
In the darkness of our pain....
So let my short absence be not death
And stay with me forever....
Don't leave me,
Just love me
And stay with me
Forever......

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Vision

The silence kills the words
And buries them
In the old time
The nerve of our
Bleeding love
Rasps
The spine of thrills
Vibrating resonantly
The empty amphora
Of soul
The woeful eyes
Drip their tears of light
Disintegrating all our dreams
The sorrows are slid
Into the recesses of the new time
I realize that
We lost our self
And this kind of losing
Our feelings
Has always
The same taste.

MCN: C7986-UKG7K-58QFA
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Appassionata

The piano holds in his core
The Beethoven's 'Appassionata'
The piano keys are virgin teeth
Ripping the melody
Into sounds
Allegro Assai
Andante con moto - attacca
Allegro, ma non troppo - Presto
We eat those sounds
for making love continuously,
Yes, my love,
seemingly continuously
In the river of life
Flowing in cascades
Our feelings are sometimes orchids
Some other time they are only
Possession and control
Of something
Which epitomizes
The conflict
Between both the beauty and danger....
Suddenly
I need to say ''I love you''
And I do not need to change the meaning. of these words.

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Araucana chilean

I look into your eyes and I can see
Those wonderful Amsonia tabernaemontana.
You have so much trustworthiness and confidence
And when I look into your eyes,
I swear I can 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 make love with you,
You make love with me...
A little more, harder than before,
I look into your eyes and
I see that all my blue dreams come true....
I see two little birds of Araucana
Trying to leave their blue eggs....

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An Impossible Math

In this trigonometric love equation
You're my arcsin,
You're my special angle,
Secretly placed
In that unit circle of feelings.
You may arrange my major arcs and diameters
Inside of it
Perfectly triangular,
Love will always have
The same ratio pi.

Our equation of love
Is seemingly incompatible.
It has philosophical numbers becoming
Common geometric shapes
Of love itself
Like hidden spheres
In triangles,
But in real terms of graphing
Our parallel lines of life
Went on forever not crossing at any point
Of this imperfect world.

Our love is, in fact,
A complex system of equations
With the same set of three unknowns
Searching their own values
It has a narrative statement.
You're my C from those unknowns A, B and C.
You're mister C,
From c'telzing
From caleptikide
And from cataguerrillaism,
In this beautiful madness of love.

You know, our love is getting old
In concentric circles,
Those circles of time.
Extrapolate it to infinity, sweetheart,
You may be my semi-infinity
Until the end of the time,
That semi-infinity,
In which I lose myself
From time to time
Each time coming
From the same unique star
As that already existent
In an old Romanian novel,
Which is called
Lorelei.

MCN: C5A9C-K1A2A-5W9CX

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A last waltz

Words slipped
From memories
Searching a lost dream,
That unrepeatable dream.
The grief was coiled inward,
Poisoning our love.

It was a dance,
A last waltz.
Our souls, still entwined,
Tried to keep our bodies
Alive.
Our clay
Erratically moved,
In searching help.

A crying arose
Between us.
It was like
The sonority
Of crushing everything.
I was only a woman,
I understood everything.
You were my man,
But there was nothing
Between us
Anymore.

The unsaid words
Pricked my tongue and palate,
Remaining shackled inside.
You looked at me.
In your eyes
I tried to see again
Our November,
But
I did not see anything,
Maybe I could not see,
Maybe you were opaque.
I did not actually know.

I know nothing even now,
As I did not know
Even then,
I only knew that I must leave.
They told me to do this.
They had the power.

I prayed all my life to Jesus
For the light
For the truth
And for faith....

Written in 1983

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So deep

I hope to meet you on my way,
Because you can change my whole life
And it will be a rainy day,
That day when I'll become your wife..

When you will take me in your arms,
I'll tell you what I really feel
And our hearts like big alarms
Will hide the love wave of our thrill.

Drops dew of dawn will be again,
Drops tears from your eyes during sleep.
I'll hold you and I'll feel your pain,
With you, I'll be in love so deep.

While dreaming in our golden bed,
Two hearts, forever entwined as one.
His hand will paint the sky in red
Taking His color from the sun.

And when the green will grow in grain,
I'll close the memories inside,
The feeling pulsing in my vein,
Our love song in the last sea tide.

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Our love

Our love is pure
Beyond our human horizon
And outside of time.
Our being becomes profound
And instantly expanded in the blissful infinite.
We begin to feel the deification of our souls
Because The Lord is infinite love.
We are a part of Him
Because we are His creation.
He is a part of us
Because the Holy Spirit is
A part of our mind and our spirit.
He gives us the gift of freedom.
We give Him our freedom.
It is the only way to complement Him.
We give Him our indelibly unique beliefs
And we extrapolate this awareness to our souls
We extrapolate our souls to the universe
And we extrapolate the universe to Him.
Our love becomes
A resurgence of self-esteem, a self-resurgence.

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Passing of time

The passing of time through the changing pattern of our thought
Is like a fish passing water over its gills,
Or like a cosmic engine
And not unlike the stream of light passing through pictures
It is leading to our irreversible changing,
It is triggering our memories,
Those emotions that are often evoked
When hearing a piece of music from our past.

The time is perfect..
Present perfect, past perfect, future perfect...

Every time we understand more about ourselves
We are going through an invisible portal
In our awareness.
And every time we think about our awareness
We understand that our cages are within,
Created by fear and the walls we
Have built around our heart.
It is our imperfection the place where our story lives..
We pretend to be perfect, but we hurt each other and
We fail to live up to our own standards...
We are so imperfect and have so much love of ourselves..
Maybe this is why we need to create those perfect moments
For glorious memories,
Resisting the passing of time through the changing pattern of our thought...
Maybe this is why our time together is so precious...

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Irises, a painting by Vincent van Gogh (Ekphrastic Poetry)

There is an explosion of green life in the light,
This life extrapolates all its emerald green.
This life needs its eternity to be as tight
And as deep as an icy queen needs her own sheen.

And all the colors of the rainbow may be seen
In different amounts to the different shades.
Blue iris is placed in a complex world of green.
Into the flowers’ bed, these flowers are like spades.

They need to reassure, as Pantone may suggest,
This world of mystery, which no longer excites.
With pale neutral yellow tongs, they're in great request,
With neutral yellow thoughts, they please the Queen of White.

Alongside darker colors, neutral things sustain
The balance of thoughts serving as background to pray.
The warm cadmium yellow may exigently drain
The bad spirits and irises keep them away.

Van Gogh used such a small amount of indigo,
While this indigo conveys truthfulness and trust,
But his emerald green was like a piccolo,
And through this emerald his world was readjust.

Using the bright head against the rich blue background,
Van Gogh sent messages writing with his colors.
In ochre's religious fight, he lost his ear's sound
To purify this world, where the thought discolors.

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^^^^Blue love^^^^^

Give me your love,
When the blue rain is pouring down.
Just open the window of Heaven for me.
I can hear the rain whispering your name.
I can hear the whisper of the white trees
And I can wait my falling rainbow.
Just give me your blue love.
I understand that you are mine.
Now, when I have you, I'm alive.
I stay near you, touching you
And I want to stay this way forever.
Just ask me to stay
And I will never leave.
This could be for eternity.
Just ask me to stay
Again and again,
Just give me your love
Again and again,
Just wait the blue whispering rain
Again and again,
And let me wait my rainbow
Again and again,
Again and again,
Again and again,
Again and again,
Again and again.

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The pottery

In the common clay,
Transformed by modeling
I imprison my idea.
Every time you pass,
You stop to look
For a moment,
At my art objects,
Delicately modeled in shape.
They gain color in light.

Many potters expose objects
In that place,
But you know which are mine,
Even without my signature,
I think only of you
When I make them to appear real.

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The circle-Quatern poetry

Your sight carves a circle around
The image of my bleeding stone,
Which is kept strained amidst the sound
And strongly beats in my heart zone.

I feel our love being so wrong.
Your sight carves a circle around
My sharp words, biting very strong
My pulsing and so fatigued ground.

We rise self awareness to bound
Our golden thoughts for His glory.
Your sight carves a circle around
Hope to keep safe our steel story.

Our love dance make to tense
A fraught arc of torment in sound,
But for its immutable sense,
Your sight carves a circle around.

MCN: CERFU-T62V3-547WF

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Tongues

the tongue
of my body
is in the nerves

the tongue
of my soul
in the heart

the tongue of
my mind
in the head

the tongue
of truth and deceits
in the mouth

the tongue of
the World (Creation)
in the words
of God

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Senses

The words were broken into sounds
And the time was cracked in seconds.
The seconds were dismantled slowly.
I grasped my love and I laid it in remembrance,
I grasped my remembrance and I laid it in grievance,
I grasped my grievance and I laid it in reason,
I grasped my reason and I laid it in self,
I grasped myself and I stepped into the light,
I grasped the light and I laid it over the candle wax.
The candle dropped the light.
In the light, the sense of life became clear.
I grasped the sense of life and I laid it over the sense of death.
In this sense of life and death you laid
The seconds, which were dismantled.
They melted in pieces of eternity.
I took those pieces and I gave them to The Lord.
I gave love your name.
I grasped my love and I laid it in remembrance
And I heard the empty bell ringing in the sky.
The bell would ring for someone else,
But I remembered you

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In the chain of being

Me and you
Breathing
In the chain of being

Being recharged under the rainbow
Burying its blue
In the blue liquid of the sea

Which is in fact a big mirror
Reflecting our images backwards
Left to right
(They never reverse left and right)

When our thoughts nervously break down
(They are still alive)
Especially when they become so blue
In the salty liquid of tears
They slowly start to become blue-green algae
In the salty liquid of sea

Our feelings
Are scissored by words
Until they become evidences

And our dreams
Are shackled by old chains
Of the same hate

Our wounds still bleed
In the shell of soul

You choose an angle of light
Created by the moon
To slowly step
From past to present
And back again.

I see your blue uncertainties

We drink water
From the melted ice
Of the moon

I still want to do
Something incredible
That can make me happy.
However,
I don't know any longer
What exactly I want to do
Anyway,
There's already nothing we can do
Anymore

Baby,
It's really nothing
We can do

But we can try
To understand
Who we really are

You and me
Chained in the same being
Near the blue of the rainbow

Waiting
The last sandcastle to
Irreversibly
Collapse

MCN: CKTAK-UDWYR-KQXNQ

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Only with you

Chirping birds
Trembling leaves
In the middle of the night
Yearning for something
Warm breeze of summer
And rush of the sea
A shiver inside of my soul
This love existent
An intense chemistry
And physical emotion
Just happening
Happening with you
Only with you.

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Let's Make Love Tonight

Let's make love tonight
Until our bodies will transcend their shapes
To become one single corpse.
Let's make this love to be tonight
Our eternal emotion of dreams
And not just a fleeting dream.
And if we accomplish
Our abyss inside,
We will be like two butterflies
Released from their cocoons
And we will awake
In our novel world of seconds,
Were we will subsist for being eternal..

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Fractioned second

Love

Do you think...

Vision

Appassionata

Araucana chilean

An Impossible Math

A last waltz

So deep

Our love

Passing of time

Irises, a painting by Vincent van Gogh (Ekphrastic Poetry)

^^^^Blue love^^^^^

The pottery

The circle-Quatern poetry

Tongues

Senses

In the chain of being

Only with you

Let's Make Love Tonight

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