POETRY

“I see in the green area indefinitely, whispering infinite body of whispers, languages, languages and green eyes, reflexes and mobility, moisture, sparks of light – how they are separate, I do not have a separate, I’m in an eye, everything is mirages and whispers, light in a dark mirror errs increasingly far into the woods reflection”.

AFTER EARLY MORNING “After the first morning I look for the faint flue language. Again and again I kiss the memory of the waken! waken! The sun and the wings that will mix,, in brown steam morning. What you have given to my thoughts is the opposition of the sting hidden in my flower pounds. What you have given me …

COUPLE – by Tomas Tranströmer   “Shuts off the light, but its white bell jar still gleams an instant, before vanishing altogether as a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then he gets up, and the walls of the hotel they rush into the darkness of the sky. The movements of love are exhausted, and they sleep, but most secret …

ENIGMATIC CHILDREN’S SONG “White swans, black swans Who’s going to sail with me to England? England is closed The key is broken And there is no blacksmith [to be found] in the land Who can repair that key come forward, come forward Those at the back should come to the front.” (Jan Hendrik Frederik Grönloh)

HELLO LASCIVIOUSNESS – By Anita Nair   “I would see due lasciviousness when it arrived, I should have known at this point. Since coming to see you shaking bells on the door, scented sun, grass, of cunning desires. Because you strip a feather on the soul, and stirs your heart catatonic heart, and sends to your brain small rhythmic notes. …

PRETEND – F. Pessoa: The poet is a pretender. Pretends so completely, that gets to pretend it is pain, the pain that he really feels. SOMEWHERE – J. Skacel: Poets do not invent poetry. The poem is somewhere back there. It is there from time immemorial. The poet does not do that discover it. INTIMATE UNDERSTANDING – P. Neruda: If …

SPRING – By Xiao Kaiyu “Call me, life! Just as I call you, heroic! Let me go down well. Spring! That stuff! I hate the intelligence clear and talkative. I hate the old hypocrite, most insidious of young hypocrite, enters the life, huh, life, in a lie as it gives the love!     Time slips beyond repair in the …

YOU HAD SAID – Poem, by Yukitsuna Sasaki “You said you wanted my son! You’re stupid!   Water running seething in the river, breaks the vortex sound, you are my arms.     A verse of poetry is straight, oscillates in the steam that rises, shaking the earth. “

The Japanese poetry? All have ancient matrix in “Kojiki”. A history with subsequent irradiation in the collection “Manyoshu” – thousands of compositions – with different poetic forms: “choka”, “sedoka” and “tanka”. The contemporary poet Yuichi Sato, without neglecting the traditional poetry, extends its perceptual horizon, interacting intellectually with all that surrounds him, even with contemporary music. His perception of the …

The slender feet are cold, and the feet are heavy muscled. Feet are similar irreparably vulgar. Starting from here: the feet are big plump and sweet to the touch, the feet are soft and pleasant to the eye pleasing, elegant and feet are refined and beautiful. But the fatness should not depend on meat, softness should not depend on the …