Sunday 12 July 2009

Isla Negra

Visez sa merg pe Isla Negra sa ma joc cu caii,
Sa ma innamolesc, mozolesc,
Sa ma dau cu pamant proaspat pe ochi
sa tip, sa il iau de guler pe Dumnezeu
Sa ii dau o Isla pe gat
Sa ma sarute caii pe gat
Sa ma joc de-a v-ati ascunselea cu caii pana ii innebunesc
sa ne vanturam, legam dezlegam de copite
Ce coapte sunt zarile.
Tamaduitoare sunt Aripile pamantesti ale Islei.
Amin.
I dream of a long journey to the Black Island, horses playing, Covering myself in mud, powdering my face with fine sand Screaming out the top of my lungs as I keep falling Down to earth I get a hold of God's white collar, Forcing a handful of sand down his gullet Horses gently kissing my tender neck, I’m biting on a bullet Playing hide and seek until they loose any trace of sanity We loose ourselves to the gentle breeze, shackling and unshackling our dreams As dawn ripens, waves of blue hitting the blue sky Seagulls tenderly flying by Island of Healing Wings, In the distance shouting we hear: Amen!
Thanks to Mr.M
Today
Today I’m a nose less, mouth less, eye lacking face A rough sketch just for, today I’ll let you draw ships instead of a mouth Ships slowly floating over sun rise I’ll let you pin stars where my eyes once where My cheeks you cover in a layer of soft snow Make water springs emerge instead of hair Where my nose once was A spring apple tree grows On my forehead silent clouds Instead of ears, two birds bathing in fresh water A layer of grass on my back to stop it aching, I’ll let you paint me today as a masterpiece, more beautiful than ever Instead of hands, strange stories to tell, Place in my arms a thousand Suns. You can paint me ugly today I’ll let you fill the contour of the drawing I am with crayons Like all children do.
Today it’s you birthday, With me if you will.
Thanks to Mr.M.

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