June 1, 2007
So late
Your love
sounds
rounding
the midnight
hour.
Late
so late.
My heart
beats
but my lonliness
still.
Inside your
sweet
name
me.
Could be
such a wonderful
love o yes
Could
be.
Beating.
Sounding
And all the
midnight
sounds
sounding.
Me
maria-2002
hayku
Folded,the black Ace of
Spades fell
on the floor. Doubled bad luck.
Little by little
the truth reveals itself.
The Sun is rising.
maria
Jan 2004
I will never forget you Love
I will never forget you Love
i cant describe how the light of the day
touches my mind
in that moment in wich i see you smiling,
how magic the perfume is
how perfect love
inspires me in every single day of my life
you are
like a beautiful bird
trying to fly
to the highest point
of the horizon
and i cannot forget how your heart
touches the deepest point of my desire
if i would forget you love
if i would fall
into those black holes of memories
forgeting how i feel about your soul
and all the magic moments of our life
and if you forget me love,
if you would leave
without a single word
of attention
should i’de be killed
in the very same instant dying
as a butterfly dies far from your magic.
maria
lagos 12.12.02
the destiny of poem
A Poem Is not a plan,
not a reunion of commom words
writen to get to the road of fame
or to some other temptation.
It doesnt shine like the vulgar gold
it shines with another kind of brightness.
The same light of Ithaca
the ancient light of Paradise dancing with spirits
and minds. Music of Stars touching or life
with a new form of love.
Words myths and sounds
dancing trough pain and pleasure.
Dancing with Life.
That is the love of the poem
dancing with souls.We cannot write it
in vanity,it must be simple as God s light.
Maria**
2003
