February 24, 2024 5:42 pm

POETRY

UNITED COLORS OF DEATH – Luggage filled with the shells, next door to the infinite. Dew over there and up there, above the leaves of words

LUGGAGE ON ICE – JV Foix: And in closing his eyes to look at the landscape of death carnal abandon the baggage on the ice, the Pese native. SHELLS IN WATER – C. Meireles: And we will be in death, with gentle contour of a shell in the water. INFINITE DOORS – G. Testori: You’re not, death. Or are you, …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE WORLD – Picking compensation and pain, above a boat ephemeral, where the rose of the soul flourishes

APPEARANCES – K. Popper: An unknown reality, the world, behind the appearances.               DISTORTED LEGS – J. Women: Disfigured is the proportion of the world: the two legs on which it rests, reward and pain, remain distorted.       RISING MORNING – Shami Manzei: To compare the ephemeral thing in the world? Nowhere, …

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UNITED COLORS OF MYSTERY – Above and below, within and around, scroll through the charming words of the time, while we walk in, until you meet ourselves

ELSEWHERE – J. Michelet: There is above, below, inside, around the world, another world beyond suspicion. Only sometimes, we listen a little murmur, rustle, and then, we say “it’s not, it’s nothing.” But, this is nothing, is the infinite.       LIBRARIES INVISIBLE – JL Borges: There is nothing, which is not a silent word, the eternal indecipherable writing, …

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UNITED COLORS OF MEMORY – Walking on your own time, at the threshold of the heart, like snow on the eyelashes of the dead

NURSERY – G. Piovene: Our soul is a seeker of people and things, independent living with their ineffable reality. Therefore, we we are responsible. The memory is a duty. ABSOLUTE – M. Kundera: Injustice absolute, and together, absolute comfort. Forgetfulness. INSIDE – G. Achterberg: The weather, you folds inward. FORGET – E. Montale: We give time to the memory of …

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UNITED COLORS OF MALINCONIA – On winter evenings, watching gardens without keys, while life goes on, between the fingers

AT THE WINDOW – AR Holst: The winter freezes, and the bushes are already blacks. Would light the fire, if you come back, as then, in that old story of the two of us. But I stand at the window, silent and thoughtful. The winter freezes, the years have passed. WEAK LUCERNE – Taqui Mir Mohammad: Sadly the evening darkens; …

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THE GOLDEN CLOUDS ABOVE CHINA: Seven days after the fog I wait, the door of the ten thousand doors, the rain of my memories

LITTLE POEM IN THE MOUNTAINS – By Wu Jun From the slope of the mountains I see coming in the fog, In the middle of the bamboo I see the sun set. The birds from the roof edge rise and take flight, Clouds coming out outside the windows.   THE MEN EVERY DAY HOPE TO RETURN – By Xue Dao …

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UNITED COLOURS OF HEALTH – You are in pretty good shape for the shape you are in

HEALTH AS A DUTY – Buddha: To keep the body in good health is a duty… otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear. Paul Walker: You know, all that really matters is that the people you love are happy and healthy. Everything else is just sprinkles on the sundae. Buddha: Without health life is …

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UNITED COLORS OF THE SEA: Joyful seagulls and fish friends, children playing among the mirrors of light, waiting for the storms, inside sea shells

SEAGULLS – Basho: The sea darkens. The cries of the gulls, are just white.           RELENTLESS – H. Melville: Relentless I, the old and relentless sea. Relentless, much more, when serene smile. Welcomed, but not tamed, by thousands and thousands of shipwrecks in me.           DISTANT SHIPS – V. Aleixandre: Oh fish …

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UNITED COLORS OF FREEDOM: Crossing lonely borders, looking inside themselves, the rare plant with many roots

GO ELSEWHERE – E. Canetti: The word freedom is used to express a tension important, perhaps the most important. The man, always wants to go away. If the place where you want to go has no name, if it is indefinite, boundless, then, he calls it freedom. The spatial expression of this tension, it is the violent desire to cross …

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GOLDEN DRESS – By Du Qiu Niang

            “Do not look for dresses with golden threads but grabs the time of youth.             You can take the flower to his blossoming Do not wait to shake a stem withered.”

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