The wind blows faster
through the colorful corridor
Invites you to seek for his origins
Somewhere at the seaside
More than an hour away
People come to a quiet and calming place
To make it loud and agitated
Children scream and parents shout
Adults start talking louder
I guess that’s the way it is
when you have more than one child
Oh, dear wind! Don’t give up on blowing
refreshing my mind
and trying to bring back calmness
into this colored corridor
Sometimes we walk
through life
unlearn to see the scars
we got while together
‘n just go ahead
and smile at each other
forgetting the fact
that our little walk
takes place on a vulcano
which isn’t sleeping
Found on Displate.com
Just one of these nights
but rarer and rarer
Carmenére and green tea
You wish you could do the same
at this very moment
Just walk out
walk the streets
mix your feelings
let the memories come
but you live in the wrong city
you’re living in a secret prison
you’re being maybe a secret person
nights come and cover
and homes become cages
and wandering souls
only keep wandering in their own minds.
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Kika
_.-,´+#.
Photo by Aletha-YF
This poem was written for my brother-in-law and his beautiful wife. They got married in December and this is what came to my mind.
Love’s Stages
Circles of time
circles of people
circles of love
and loneliness
Circles are …. just are
they repeat what has already been sad
and already been done
And life goes on
and years pass by
some circles get wider
some might get tighter
Only when someone’s gone
a circle breaks up
The sun shines gently on my skin
While birds sing me about their past nights dreams.
People in their thirties, forties, fifties and even sixties walk and run
All up and down the river bank.
The football courts are empty yet
Because teenagers tend to sleep longer.
My shadow, long and slim
Sitting on a bench while typing
And remembering the past mornings
That I have spent in places
Very far from here.
Walking down a muddy street,
foggy air misshaping the the village I see.
No birds in the sky and no sound from heaven,
none to cross my path tonight.
Trouble’s blowing into my face,
giving me a cold bursting kiss
then following somebody else’s trace.
And I simply feel lost,
once I truly see
the fences around
the beautiful old cherry tree.
Photo taken from miriadna.com
Ein Wunsch fliegt hinauf in den Himmel
Er brennt und hofft
über dem höchsten Gipfel zu schweben
und niemals den harten Grund am Fuße zu erreichen
Eine Sehnsucht entsteigt meinem Herzen
empor empor und weiter hinauf
dass auch dein Leben sich erfüllt
und aufgeht im Blau
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A wish flies to the sky
It burns and hopes
to float above the highest peak
and to never reach the hard ground at the foot
A longing rises from my heart
up up and further up
for your life to fulfill itself too
and to merge into the blue
