UNITED COLORS OF MERCY: Cherry Blossoms and white roses, in the eyes of a blind man, buzzing of small falling leaves

CHERRY BLOSSOM – T.Kikaku: To see the cherry blossoms, led by his mother, reaches the small blind. GROWING – J. Marti: I cultivate a white rose, albeit in adverse season, good for the soul that arises in my hand away. But for one who grabs me by my heart out alive, nor thistle or nettle cultivation: I cultivate a white rose. DIVINE REALITY – Tukaram, Indian text: In what man is the truth, that gives refuge to the afflicted in his bosom. In such a man, dwelling in August Majesty the very image of God. LEAVES – L. Di Ruscio: I flew thoughts on building systems, for each leaf that I saw fall. TEARS – Fileta: Pouring from deep heart, on me, a few tears. Tell me a word dear, I do not obliterate, died. DAISIES – FC Lorca: And now I’m going to this campaign, to free the girls from suitors harassing, and to give gold coins to all the boys. Way above a sky of daisies. IN THE HANDS – H. Peret: I shook hands with an idiot, and a forget-me grows in hand. WORDS – A. Iaccarino: If I could speak with the voice of those who have no words. WITHOUT HUM – L. Holty: Let no nightingale falls silent not heard, and that no bee, in flowery valley, drones not heard. SPECIAL MOMENTS – K. Krolow: More there is none, that blue color picture, the moments of tenderness. WIDOWS AND CHRYSANTHEMUMS – G. Diego: At night the moon, cautious passing, on the river bank will collect rings widows, and drawings of soft chrysanthemums.