L.O.V.E.

For you...my darling you,

Your style, your smile, your scent,

A beautiful scent indeed,

I've experienced different things before,

But never have I experienced one such as you,

Your taste, your touch, your thoughts,

The way our lips were made to touch together,

Matching so perfectly like two birds of a feather,

We were made for each other,

My juice you drank,

And hypnotized me,

Weakness above all prevails,

I take comfort in your gentle ways,

The way you take my hand,

Love felt like none before,

Kisses of sweet bliss,

Smiles upon many,

Take me like no other for I am yours,

Yes, I give you this treasure,

For there is no measure for my love for you.

UN ESPEJO - CARLOS PINTADO

Un espejo cambiante es toda vida.
Un espejo que a ciegas lanza un lento
reflejo de reflejos, un momento
en que algo se repite y ya se olvida.

¿Por qué la sed no encuentra su perdida
transparencia en el agua o en el viento?
¿Quién osará copiar aquel sediento
fantasma que en el mar niega su huida?

¿Tendrá todo reflejo? ¿Qué silencio
podrá copiar siquiera tu silencio?
¿El mar del tiempo quién podrá copiarlo?

¿Y ese amor que nos llega sin llamarlo,
no será amor, quizás, de otros amores
o como el fuego, sueño de esplendores?

-Carlos Pintado (Tarkovsky)

Dear me

Dear Me
I am writing to you so
You would know
You are not alone
When everybody is gone
Probably I am not many
But I am indeed
The one you rely on
When you are in need
You know people enough
Not all of them are kind
But most of them are tough
Still, life is not hard as they say
It is just a game you have to play
You don’t like it!
I know, but we can do
You are not a God, and will never be
But you are the best person you can ever be
Yours
Your Self

By Menna.M

LIFE - R.W.E.

The lords of life, the lords of life,
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,
Like and unlike,
Portly and grim,
Use and Surprise,
Surface and Dream,
Succession swift and spectral Wrong,
Temperament without a tongue,
And the inventor of the game
Omnipresent without name;
Some to see, some to be guessed,
They marched from east to west:
Little man, least of all,
Among the legs of his guardians tall,
Walked about with puzzled look.
Him by the hand dear Nature took,
Dearest Nature, strong and kind,
Whispered, 'Darling, never mind!
To-morrow they will wear another face,
The founder thou; these are thy race!'

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Key - A.Dumas

"There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss. It is necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.....the sum of all human wisdom will be contained in these two words: Wait and Hope."

— Alexandre Dumas (The Count of Monte Cristo)

06/22/2011 - Nabokov

"The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible"
— Vladimir Nabokov

Haikus - Taneda Santoka