*first I felt It!

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Let the air
its Sound
to circulate
along your ears

and when
inside is
release it;

it expands
run into the pores
drags me
it widens me, lengthens me.

I understand,
I say yes
- a smile appears -
I let it go
I can feel it.

The wave
remains
the sound
goes up,
processor brain
you tell me the name
what I already told you?:
some voice?, music?
wind?.

Hey Baby, first
I felt It!

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*captive destination

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She was
so next to him
that she could absorb
his lucky charm exhilarated

so close
that she could see
his hell
facing her eyes.

She loved him
because his contact
could teach her
kindness and tenderness.

She moved away
when his hands
were filled
of dirt and madness.

This way she learnt
to encourage thoroughly
the tolerated affection
of pleased lovers

keeping
strong distances
of the intolerant fidelity
in already defeated love.

considering
the captive destination
a flattering mockery
that well likes figments.

And she continued
enjoying her Being
on having preserved her essence
without feeling of the sorrow, imprisoned.

.

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image: August Rodin, “Dancing Figure – The Kiss – The Woman”

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*the drop to the ocean

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One day she understood…

she wept thousand tears
blamed her innocence
rubbed all caresses

like a drop
she fell to the ground

And the drop slipped
crossed valleys
watered deserts

returned to its origins…

the drop
to the ocean

The serene ocean expected her
on the reunion she recovered

In the Ocean of her Soul

as a drop
she submerged.

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*a courtesy

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I will sip moments
with respect,
they are ephemeral.

Sometimes
there are two cups
a courtesy, simple replacement

since I only have a mouth
but I need
to Know me with taste

impossible to yield
the flavor
that it defines.

The confined life
in this Universe
stumbled

it is shared,
purely need
kindness

to be rescued,
to avoid being defeated
by oneself

to be emancipated
of the bundle
of the ignorance.
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image: Brent Paul, “Coffee Brew Sign I”

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*uncertain certainty

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I lose certainties
over the years…

the uncertain certainty
of life,

of death.

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image: Henri Matisse , “The Plain Tree”

*loyal messages

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We can say many words
to describe
feelings and soul

I can start my poem
story or talk
justifying my code

   But, why?

Since messages and meanings
try to be loyal to
my love for the living

   I can’t help it!,  should I?

I need to trust words
knowing they are
shadow of reality

Even so
I feel Thankful for this Gift
to relay on

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image: Yuna  “Decoupage III”

*last words

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She asked me:

_ Where I have to leave baby?

_ Through the gate

_ Where!!!

_ Through the gate -I whispered softly

_ I know!!, but Where is it?

_ Within You, my love

_ Where, please

_ Within, my dear. Inside You

_ Leave the door open sweetie

      I need Light

_ The Gate is open

       I am close to You

          Rest in Peace .

· in memoriam

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image:  Steven Mitchell  “The Open Gate”

*with the breeze

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With the breeze
my thoughts are cut
the ideas initiate his flight
probably to another mind

Because with the breeze
the doors are wide open
only stays with me
the fresh wave
that does me to hover

I say well,
even with the feet on the ground
neither to think to believe
exactly to feel
the levity of my Being.

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image: Claude Monet “Woman with Parasol”

*a kiss is

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A kiss is
a vital exchange
the blow of Life
between two
flows
happy and free

Knowing
is my privilege
to choose whom
I shall keep
these treasure
to give and gather strength
to the living beings

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image: René Gruau  “La mèche et la bouche”

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*Nature Knew

Arriving without
calling You,
I thought

in Unison
we talked,
no words.

Nature knew
my need
for Love

taught me
I always was
carrying It on.

Built since born
Love loves Love,
how naïf I was

throwing
my need
on another soul.