Alexander III
01-17-2011, 02:17 PM
I
- I have seen
Clouds mingling in the sky, softly touching,
Their tender fingers, scarcely kissing -
Blue and violet tapestries, their flutes.
The holy brunette - man's untamed amore;
Her countless tears, for evermore awaken
The triumph of life - infant imagination.
Her raven skin, still, yet endlessly beckoning;
In return for our sincerity, she gives us
The infinite - La Nuit - voulez vous dansé avec moi ?
The birth and death of suns, briefly separated
From their oceans - tall orange amazément,
Scented with lilly silks - blankets of nostalgia;
Tender blue waves wandering with clouds,
In a satisfied melancholy. The sun and sea
Conduct their orchestra - so that we smile
As we ponder our death
And their immortality.
II
- I have heard
A child's eyes, rustling over his mother's
Tranquil, abandoned remains - Her final
Breath, longing for his nape - an eternal kiss.
A boy tired of life - on his roof smoking
To the rhythm of the stars and cars.
He discovered: life is too ridiculous
To be taken seriously - A father tired of death.
A starving man's prayer - the meaning of life -
A libertine, brushing the wind, contemplating
The meaninglessness of man - a blonde eyed prayer.
Beautiful faces, hidden in beauty;
A drowning man groping for his
First death and love, both his only -
A small volume of verse to order his chaos.
III
- I have learned
My ignorance.
- I have seen
Clouds mingling in the sky, softly touching,
Their tender fingers, scarcely kissing -
Blue and violet tapestries, their flutes.
The holy brunette - man's untamed amore;
Her countless tears, for evermore awaken
The triumph of life - infant imagination.
Her raven skin, still, yet endlessly beckoning;
In return for our sincerity, she gives us
The infinite - La Nuit - voulez vous dansé avec moi ?
The birth and death of suns, briefly separated
From their oceans - tall orange amazément,
Scented with lilly silks - blankets of nostalgia;
Tender blue waves wandering with clouds,
In a satisfied melancholy. The sun and sea
Conduct their orchestra - so that we smile
As we ponder our death
And their immortality.
II
- I have heard
A child's eyes, rustling over his mother's
Tranquil, abandoned remains - Her final
Breath, longing for his nape - an eternal kiss.
A boy tired of life - on his roof smoking
To the rhythm of the stars and cars.
He discovered: life is too ridiculous
To be taken seriously - A father tired of death.
A starving man's prayer - the meaning of life -
A libertine, brushing the wind, contemplating
The meaninglessness of man - a blonde eyed prayer.
Beautiful faces, hidden in beauty;
A drowning man groping for his
First death and love, both his only -
A small volume of verse to order his chaos.
III
- I have learned
My ignorance.