Poesia straniera

This is a true story
pay attention to these words
quite complex
and blurry
let me go straight backwards

Let me travel back in time
back
to my childhood memories
where heroes still fight monsters
into amazing sceneries

There he is, naive child
smiling in happiness
discovering the world so quickly
unveiling its falseness

As the truth began to unfold

Est parusia

quand tu

tu viens à moi

en apportant en cadeau

la fleur rouge

de ta poésie

***

E' parusia

quando tu

vieni a me

recando in dono

il rosso fiore

della tua poesia

***

A stone fell and crashed ,
The man didn't stop,
The river continued to flow,
The valley stood in silence.

I watched further
and I lighted a flame
To show my presence
to any living creature,

Then I got away, with a smile
And a prayer for the dead.
Back to the dark I returned,
And there in the dark I left them.

Nobody seemed to have noticed,
The man didn't stop,

Streams and shades underneath here
they wash away my tears
faint and fading arrive to my ears
the sounds of the world up here
strange winged creatures surround me
they caress, murmur and soothe
passions melt into something else
they don’t hurt and bite and scratch
moves are slow and laughters deaf
vowels and consonants dance together
in a sensual knot they love each other

Honourable

Poesia di  Branch

Thousand Bras on my bed,
Thousand Tears in My pocket.
So i lie in the ground
conteplating the huge wisdom
of the spots on my ceiling.


The Diary vomits numbers and dates,
While my mistress, the one i love
is Crying blood, She does it every month
but this time she does it 'cause she's sad!
I can't blame her, but i must go on!
Job is Job, and i'm a Honourable bitch!

UN BARATTOLO DI NUVOLE......BORCANUL CU NORI

di Miù Jacqueline

mi-a ramas doar noaptea de citit printre rindurile de stele
beau fire de pamint ca sa nu ma sofoc
si te iubesc in cerneala ca stigmatele gindiriI sa nu otreveasca
sufletul visului
ramin un dumnezeu lipit de josul pamintului
fur un respir din tine

Mon âme

di colimaçon

.

Joc Cu Masti ( Giochi Con Maschere )

di Miu Jaqueline

***

cuvintele s-au inecat in cerneala
ma dor cumplit plaminii fierbinti de gindire
ramin ascuns de umbra ca un vagabond
platit cu pietre de soarta la coltul vietii noastre
de ce ma pierd in putinul zilnic
de ce ma intreb numele tau o sa-mi placa
zidit de un poem astept sa petrec cu un drac

leetamargo

Ilusión no es quererte

Ilusión no es quererte.
No es hallarte, ilusión,
al fin de las tardes.
Díme, corazón celeste,
palpitando inmensidades,
¿no es reconocerte
acaso ya ilusión?
Ilusión es quedarme en ti
para encontrarnos,

Melana Plains

!women! !women! !women!

I’m beside myself
I don’t know which way to turn
which eye to look from
which hand to hold my head
in weary disgust of all that’s being said

Melana Plains

I am your woman now

I am your woman
now
in oneness
soft and tender
a yielding woman
infused with a
passionate love
to nurture
and sustain you
I am the fullness
in your heart
I am your woman
now

zdrowia

Cien

Placz samotnik
Na ciemnosc
Glos westraszone
Podnosi sie od studnia
Dlona sie rozcionga
Do daleki ksiezyc
I proboje sie obejmowac o jej zdechnienty swiat
Ale ty dlone

Deva Atasa

Soy un brujo

Acechando tus pasos
mis ojos brillan en la noche
una densa oscuridad
envuelve todo
De pronto apareces tú
desnuda; tu cuerpo pálido
yace con los brazos abiertos

Deva Atasa

Tren

Flores, tejas, soles y trenes
desfilan rápidamente
múltiples sensaciones
penetran oscuros túneles
dolores mutan sucesivos
en continua transformación.

Fernanda F. Rocha

A Being's Manifesto

Mystic eyes cross themselves
Plots of enchantment are read
Bodies so light they barely touch
No gags silencing the silence
Heavy breaths...
A long embrace is formed

Fernanda F. Rocha

My Crusades

In the crusade of my life
In this world, I've crossed
I've walked uncertain highways
I've got lost in deserts of doubts
Travelled miles in my thoughts
Between the visions and the illusions...

Fernanda F. Rocha

What I know

I found a mountain
I learned about its heart
The tears of its rudeness
Its deep pain
Its majestic sumptuosity

Fernanda F. Rocha

The Eyes Of Our Hearts

Its not enough for me
To have my eyes to see you
I see you better with my soul
The peace that my eyes find
When they look at you
Is nothing compared
With the one my heart feels
When it lays on you

I loved you first
Before my eyes had seen you
Only by feeling you
I fell in love with your love
That love of your interior
That touched me through your smile
As a sunbeam
Full of light and love

Fernanda F. Rocha

The Flame of Life

She looks at me in silence
and in secret she asks me for myself
who am I and what I dream
there is so much peace in her look

I don't know what to tell her
I am captured by that hypnotic gaze
as I surrender to my will
it’s an enormous will to stay

Fernanda F. Rocha

Some poets are philosophers

Some poets are philosophers
others, simply dreamers
there are also the poets who are artists
they work their verses
as if they are carving a sculpture

But I am not a poet
I only let my pen flow as I feel
Without thinking, like breathing
Like a primitive being
That sees the daily sun being born
As if it was for the first time