aqui mi dama
dio un paso al frente
en la a lo mas
otro lugar, mi dama
mi dama
mi dama
amar
to be loved
mi dama
mi dama
amar por ti
Here my lady
took a step forward
in the most
other place, my lady
my lady
my lady
to love
to be loved
my lady
my lady
to love for you
Some people love me
some can't stand it
when I'm happy
it's a draw back
some adore me
only for me to be
explopiuted
it's the truth
don't ignore it
it's a diference
tween just being
it's a truth thats
worth speaking
I'm in love
I'm in love
so in love
.....
no necesita
masa de eneldo
Categories:
masa, character, dance, engagement, music,
Form: Ballad
Pata-pat pat pat
Making tortillas by hand
They have to be round,
And the masa must be fresh.
Ah, but so good when they're fried.
Categories:
masa, food,
Form: Tanka
The waiter: short, surly and brusque;
in the air, hung a slight scent of musk.
Natasha’s Cantina:
with Masa Harina,
crime’s perfection, wrapped in a cornhusk.
----------
I promise I won't do another tamale
Categories:
masa, nonsense, silly,
Form: Limerick
These nights, they match the days,
And in so many ways living here,
Is matchless in its beauty.
For soft are the leaves of the boughs,
And tender is the grass beneath my feet,
Fed by a blanket of moisture each morning.
And the cool quiet stream makes its presence known,
By the soft ripples as they rush hurriedly against the shore,
Quietly in the night, I walk along the water's bank.
Masa the antelope, and Eso the lion sleep peacefully,
While Jako the white rabbit nibbles on wet grass,
I am naming my friends all, in this garden abode.
As the sun rises, welcoming the new day,
I look upon the animals, glancing as they play,
Two each are counted, one male, one female.
Looking upward at the faded azure sky,
I wince at a spark of light, glittering as it gleams,
I know He is coming, He who is the Morning Star.
The light is too brilliant and I wince side by side,
I break through the brushes as He approaches close by,
He calls my name, and tells me to lie still.
A dream without memories, and then I awake,
There before me is a woman, ethereal in the sun,
A voice calls from heaven, she is your closest friend.
Categories:
masa, best friend, creation, paradise,
Form: Free verse
| Thursday | 04 | August | 2016 | 12:28 AM |
|
~ Aynaw Kanogoniyan ~
|
Aynaw Kanogoniyan
ka obo o katawangco
na bacodn phiyapiya
ka baco ini katawi
i kapagipos o masa...
l
Aynaw Kanogoniyan
ka Miyadaramba akn
So kalawanda i lalag
na di khindod di-khiPaar
na maphámoco dn a dar...
l
Aynaw kanogoniyan
ka so mainot a iN'k
na daco kaPahâlai
a bacodn mingGoamay
na miniSarmpang ái...
l
Aynaw kanogoniyan
na insanaan so darm
sa oba kapharomani
ka Marasay a dan-dodan
a badn miyaginalang...
l
Aynaw kanogoniyan
na magudas ako badn
sa da rataang ginawa
ka andamanaya ini
na tigowan ta so pikir...
l
~ ditadawayen ® 2016 - Khadaffy D. Mangondato
Categories:
masa, care, caregiving, corruption, courage,
Form: ABC
aku sudah banyak melihat hati yang gersang
meraba hati yang membatu
mencairkan hati beku
tapi aku tak pernah melihat mata tanpa sinar
yang menatap kearahku tanpa ekspresi
hanya sebuah siluet kosong
sonata di musim dingin yang menusuk tajam
beginikah caramu melupakan aku
menyakiti hatiku yang rapuh
luluh lantak oleh sayatan tajam dari mata itu
seindah itukah tarian kematian untukku
benarkah ini caramu
mengapa aku masih bertanya
kisah itu
kisah dimasa lalu saat daun pun tak rela untuk gugur
saat dimana aku tersenyum dengan mata bercahaya
waktu yang seakan ingin berhenti
dan bisakah ku hentikan waktu dan kembali ke masa itu
agar tak ada lagi hati gersang yang harus kuraba
agar semua menjadi begitu jelas
antara cinta yang terlupakan dan dendam yang kau simpan
lalu
suatu hari nanti
kan kutuliskan kisahku dalam kenangan
dalam kisah cinta tanpa judul
Categories:
masa, lost love, people
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Reverberación de tela
Extiende tus ideas
Hasta el desayuno
Y de vuelta
Para quien mira con cuidado
La moneda se transparenta
Un pulso familiar
Tonadas de un botón pentagonal
Continuas espirales de papel
Antes caracoles sobre el mantel
Mañana más máscaras con maíz
A fin de cuentas, la misma raíz
Odiseas en cuchara de paja
Las cortinas cambian
Siempre en la misma ventana
Antigua marea de plata
Moderno cuaderno cuadriculado
Entre sus poros asoman los gansos
Producción de órbitas en masa
Diversas escalas
Extensas hileras de universos
Réplicas de un único cerezo
Aquel que aprendió
A extender sus brazos
Y entrelazar los dedos
Los parques son continuos
Se muere con la nota de inicio
Campanada cubista
Supresión evolutiva
Siguiente parada
Extensos campos de sombrillas
Categories:
masa, confusion, philosophy
Form: I do not know?
Freedom. . .
My definition would be
No “masa”, no bondage . . . no chains
Free to be who you want to be because of the choice he [God] gave
Knowing that there’s no weights on your back
Oh no
Nothing’s going to hold you
Not even Satin’s attacks
Uh huh
You’re blameless now
‘Cause you’ve shown yourself crystal clear
Have nothing to fear
‘Cause you’ve confessed
And when it’s done. . .
Christ is faithful to forgive us
It’s alright now
‘Cause when Christ forgives no one can hold it against us
And now the chains been loosed
The bondage is gone
You have. . .
Freedom
Categories:
masa, faith, happiness, hope,
Form: I do not know?