Summer
Last day of August 2018
POSTED IN Summer August 31, 2018
Playground in the end of August 2018
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La Rosa
POSTED IN classic poetry, Summer August 1, 2018
La Rosala inmarcesible rosa que no canto,
la que es peso y fragancia,
la del negro jardín en la alta noche,
la de cualquier jardín y cualquier tarde,
la rosa que resurge de la tenue
ceniza por el arte de la alquimia,
la rosa de los persas y de Ariosto,
la que siempre está sola,
la que siempre es la rosa de las rosas,
la joven flor platónica,
la ardiente y ciega rosa que no canto,
la rosa inalcanzable.Jorge Luis Borges
Les nourritures spirituelle
POSTED IN classic poetry, Summer July 30, 2018
Les nourritures spirituelle
Magdalena
Layla and Majnun
POSTED IN classic poetry, Summer July 30, 2018
Layla and MajnunShow me
the most damaged
parts of your soul
and I will show you
how it still shines like gold…
Nizami
Wondering with the Moon
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Stories, Summer July 24, 2018
Wondering with the MoonFlaming glowing moon, sleeplessness moon,
Overbearing, foolishness, in the heart of June
Mercilessly you torment my eyelids to falter,
I am hit by your ray like a boat by water.Shining in the Time’s eyes amused in delight,
you watch us from cradle until we depart.
Scared by you, the shy cranes so astounded and shady
they thought you a tender. They thought you a Lady.You yelled at the Night while the timid stars
Were hiding in heaven their tears and scars.
Overdone, your praisings bored you with no wit,
worn-out the Word’s meaning fell in infinite.Do you seak new flattery? New worship to earn?
Try and search on Google, time to be modern!
You will thus create a new identity
To match perfectly with your new eternity.Dead are the lunatics who in the days of yore
at a corner of a street loved you to a roar.
By a wicked spirit in a rush consumed
They distorted your face as cheap poster doomed.No longer a mystery, genuine , unique
You are now cloned by a world virtual and freak
Using grotesque make up, awful Photoshop
they defiled your pure Light, they disgraced your hope.Someone in this phony, ephemeral life
knows that your forgiveness will be like a knife.
Humans of these decades are a tad rough – hewn
They screamed at you last night: “take a selfie, Moon!”Maria Magdalena Biela
Magdalena’s Day
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Summer July 22, 2018
Maria MagdalenaMen called you light so as to load you down,
And burden you with their own weight of sin,
A woman forced to cover and contain
Those seven devils sent by Everyman.
But one man set you free and took your part
One man knew and loved you to the core
The broken alabaster of your heart
Revealed to Him alone a hidden door,
Into a garden where the fountain sealed,
Could flow at last for him in healing tears,
Till, in another garden, he revealed
The perfect Love that cast out all your fears,
And quickened you with love’s own sway and swing,
As light and lovely as the news you bring.Malcolm Guite
I Thee Wed
POSTED IN contemporary poetry, Summer July 21, 2018
I Thee Wed
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house.
She was still writing to Santa Claus.
Dark curly hair and wide open eyes
she piously kneeled piercing the skies.
She smiled to Heaven and silently said:
“With this heart I Thee wed!”.She blossomed slowly as a dark Rose,
her wild thorns brought bleeding to her many foes.
Her pale fingers played with rosaries and ink.
She kept watching the heaven without a blink.
She smiled to the blue Moon and silently said:
“With these eyes I Thee wed!”.Only once she met the dark Evening Star.
Her heart echoed its shine near and far.
She opened her bud, her thorns she killed,
with divine love the dark Rose was filled.
She smiled to Him and silently said:
“With this life and love I Thee wed!”.Maria Magdalena Biela
La multi ani, Tata!
POSTED IN Summer July 14, 2018
La multi ani, Tata!
Bielka
Juhannus
POSTED IN Summer June 22, 2018
JuhannusMinä avaan syömmeni selälleen
ja annan päivän paistaa,
minä tahdon kylpeä joka veen
ja joka marjan maistaa.Minun mielessäin on Juhannus
ja juhla ja mittumaari,
ja jos minä illoin itkenkin,
niin siellä on sateenkaari.………………………………………….
Midsummer
Trusting, my heart I open and I take
the daylight there to shine,
I want to bathe myself in every lake
and taste all berries fine.Deep in my mind I celebrate Saint John
and the midsummer night,
and, in the evenings, if I cry anon
there is a rainbow bright.translated by Maria Magdalena Biela
Freezing moments in Time
POSTED IN Summer June 17, 2018
Life is Art, the photographer is only a witness…I take photos as a return ticket to a moment otherwise gone… Breathe in / the green / and think serene / of life and laughter / heard and seen…
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