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The multicoloured autumn flutters above us, like a majestic bird. We were wreathing ourselves into each other towards the sky, a blue pillar of time into infinite. The old monastery was chryselephantinelly sparkling under the patina of time. Metaphysical melancholies were beginning to burn into the willows' chandeliers, hieratically watching over Ave Maria. Up above, into my highest sky you were singing all around me swaying the universe into me like into an anchor, you were insinuating the sunset upon the path, the power deep in your eyes was warmly thrilling me. Dreams were rising and mystery's sparks under the blue horiz

Inside my soul The golden Autumn of Vivaldi resounds The wind and the rain come up against the windows golden, red, green, maroon leafs rise on every path in every color a scream. I'm standing in front of you, naked, it's warm inside, upon the table the hot wine steams, the vapours rise among the chrysantemums. You're standing in front of me, like a miracle. Do you know how it's like to face a miracle? Your soul sings your soul greedily gobbles every look through your pupils the light slips your iris is full of sweet questions like the summer fields are full of skylarks. You were gone away. I've found you in the rain,in th

Your kiss... my scepter. Kiss me, as the sun kisses the colorless matter; by its magic, the sun lights up all the colours. Kiss me, as the sun, that by its magic gave birth to the living world, a world in which living energy, life pulsates, sparkles with essences under its forehead. Kiss me, until my matterial ragg will fall I would incandescently be reborn under the shield of the body until all my dreams in which my soul has flew by your side higher than the sky will be layed down at your feet, our souls intensely lived their own legend, your kiss that tastes like the heart of a star, your kiss that smells like pure ne

The Sun, the great, writes inside our souls, with sunshine he writes , their irreplaceable symphony. The eternally determined sequence by our evanescent, tenderly found again in an andante scents, on a lake shore, in an autumn meadow filled glade or strolling through the vineyard, the garden, the orchard, those are his signatures. Blossomed in a song, or in the fragment of a dream, how beautiful the people are when they are happy, like an evanescent flower necklace On Happiness's hot breasts! A hand-holding harvests one from the other a breeze exchange that sais: "Friend, how the beautiful, the unspoken lies inside you, like on

Why are you running away from me, muse? You're laughing! My pen has only succeeded To throw a web on the paper a spider web in which got caught altogether a flower pot with soul flowers a wide pallete of violet a song that has been haunting me when i miss two blue eyes in which the stars, the moon sparkle and in which the sun wins, his golden, fair face in his maturity his last smile, his last glance, the heroic light that clothed his being... But what do all those things have in common it's hard to put on a white sheet of paper, Poetry... A word as big as the Universe. You have to let you soul settle like a dove that bre

I'm preparing to meet you A violet garland around my head and an apple-flower veil. A crown... Yes, I need my crown... Your favourite crown made of seven birds in the seven colours of the rainbow. A crystal dress or should I hide under a mantle of waves, with starfish, seashells and sea horses... ? Search for me under the tree bark there where the tree saps climb freshly, ready to give themselves to the buds, the leaves sweetly murmur refreshing the sky. Search for me where there's need for sunshine, that's where you're needed, that's where the sense of love is complete.

Realization came slow a pebble a rock a huge fucking stone a boulder a cliff the whole damn mountain came crashing in So i stopped counting how many times right or wrong we all eventually sing the same songs So i sat back put up my feet and proceeded to get lost in the beat it felt so very soft Sadly though my rhythm was off completely wrong so i was forced to change my song But this new one is a complete disaster one who's beat will take me years to master But i must keep practicing and maybe get better for a song is nothing without a singer.

The hour was a golden curl, lost from an unearthly presence pulsating so close, all around us to crush us. I think that happiness was shaking her locks and it hit us, fleeting by crushing within us the fragrant, bittersweet ripe bunches of grapes as clear as a tear, getting us drunk.

I'll never admit I'm drowning no chance, no way Even as the water fill my lungs and consciousness leaves my brain I will never call that lifeguard  or accept his aid It was me that got me here and here I shall remain.

My life is not your play thing   I am not a toy My emotions are not a pass time   my path is not yours The decision is up to me    or at least so I think This cliff is mine to jump    don't you dare blink Or look away     you asked for it Now stay      and watch it all unravel As the price is paid