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Miracles Happen

You be the sea
I’ll be the stone
Waiting and waiting
On your seashore
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always
Happen!

You be the wave
I’ll be your wind
Caring and caring
Your waves i’the sand
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always
Happen!

You be the splash
I’ll be the waiting
You be the kiss
I’ll be the fading
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

To eternity and beyond
Miracles always
Happen!

You be the tears
I’ll be your salt
You be t’seabed
I’ll be your heaven
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

To eternity and beyond
Miracles always
Happen!

You be the darkness
I’ll be your ridge
Flying and flying abyss
Meeting sunlight
To eternity and beyond
Miracles happen
Miracles happen

Miracles always
Happen!

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They Tell Me

we need more hospitals

i say, we need Mothers

they tell me, we need more money

i say, we need Mothers

they tell me, we need more schools

i say, we need Mothers

they tell me, we need war, revolutions, power

i tell them, we need Mothers, we need Mothers
Mothers we need,  Mothers
i scream,  we need Moooothers

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The Night Is a Suitcase

you will never know where you forget it
or lose it,
the night is an overstuffed  suitcase
that you never know when it will open wild,

i saw you walking, even more,
i touched you a little with my elbow
everywhere
on the platform it opened like the mouth of a boa constrictor,
i see me running with a red ribbon in my hand,
for the first time we are face to face
overwhelmed by our presence
we become dwarfs: ”poems, poems,… how much lipothymia,
these poems really did it to us, it brought us into exasperation ”- you bite your chapped lips,
i look at your fingers, searching  to hold a cigarette between your lips
no words
naive, i repeat "stay, stay", the train is coming
it's time to live, you lift your suitcase (tightly tied)
i see a rabbit with wet, bright eyes running,

it's autumn, the leaves are like red crabs hanging in the trees,
i clench my teeth, my hands, my eyes tighten, again
determined i want to squeeze all the pain (i would make a fat must),
i want to slap my face,
so, i wake up
to remember how in school i had to learn the names of every war battle,
to learn the name of each river, bridge,
the name of each soldier,
if i knew them, i would be given a red pioneer tie
(which needed to be ironed and kept close to my bed)
at night
stuffed like an old suitcase
the train leaves,
as if through the fog I see you on the platform: - do you want a cigarette,
- thank you, i don't smoke.

(the smoke rolls like a boa constrictor)

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I'Ll Be Waiting For You In Sweden

i will not blind you,
and I will not strike you with my brightness,
if you want to find me
you will always find me in the same place, on its axis
motionless,
endearing statue admiring the cute pigeons kissing,
i will not run after the sun,
i will not run after other stars, or
after the moon
for
i'm not made to walk from place to place,
not when the sun ribut not even at sunset,
if you want, in a day
or a century
you'll find me still,
for
the sky is moving for me,
you will always find me in the same place,
saguaro flower surrounded by stars,
and
if you want to see me
without the horizon or the height of the celestial heaven staying our way
you could move to sweden,
i will not blind you,
and i won't hit you like thunder,
and, if you want, even it might take  several years
i could clone myself as the southern cross,
or
in the little cloud of magellan,
and if you want to be the big cloud, there are proven advantages that in their strangeness they are poorer in metals than the milky way,
but,
better, though, i'd say, it is more practical to wait for you in sweden


#polaris

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Sunrise Promised To Wait For Us

sunrise awaits for us
the dawn did not rise over the village,
in the eyes of the muses
the dawn promised to wait for us

muses are not like poets,
not even like the sun
that
burns its rays on the cascades moved by lazy waves,

- the dawn did not rise over the village,
the down promised to wait for us,
swore to the muses,
swore that the water would comb at the rising sun
  smoothly
it will burn in his eyes like the star of the night while planting a garden
where
the muses smolder all year round like flowers, or
like coal extracted from the hearts of poets

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I Am the Wind

passing storm
leaving silent
bending branches  
hitting darkness
in your windows
 
I can sing
I can cry
 
I can sing like the mother’s lullaby
and howl like the wolf in the full moon
I can shake up dreamers in the dark
 
the crying
the braking
the singing
the barking
 
I am the fright
of dry branches

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Who Will Take Care of Us

now

if we don't love now
fall on our knees, now
if we don't cry out loud, now, if we don't tear apart our clothes  right now,
if  tears don”t  crack the stones, now
and  hearts don”t jump like ping pong balls on fire, now,  when we are twisting  this strand of hair,
if you don't touch my chin,  lightly,  like a feather, lightly, now,
now
the gaze, fiery samurais cutting off our eyes with  leaves,  shattering mustard bellies, - in white webs,
spiders,
in the blink of an eye, releasing air with no shores,
no reins
endless, now
lips, hot steam,
in the blink of an eye, we raise wild rainbows in the clouds,
when? if not now,  we caress the lightning with the tongue of longing, in the blink of an eye,
if  we don”t taste the lilac in between our teeth, now,
when, and how,  
and who”ll take care of us when we are angry,
tired
and
sad
and
forgotten by  the world
left alone
grieving in a naive tremor:

- lovers do not meet at one end, not at the other,  but
have always been in each other:

- well, well… but who will take care of us when we are old, alone, and sick
if we don't touch each other,  now,  like two people

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Although We All Run After Her

it is the smallest thing on earth

smaller than an ant or a louse,
smaller than a fungus,
so small that when it passes by you can't see it,
you can't feel it, because it's the tiniest thing on earth hiding sometimes in a tear, othertimes in an outstretched hand,
sigh,
cry,

we want her for us, but she's always by our side,
with the mastery of the philosopher, it leads us by the nose to where  considers,
lures us like a gravedigger disguised in a goddess,
it does not fall on your lap, not even in your mouth like a riped pear,
because it is the most ordinary thing on earth hidden in your warmth,

we all run after her like after a bridal veil blown by the wind

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No Mind Today

Only me,
looking at the blue sky,
and the blue looking at me,
No doubts,

Only me,
lying on lavish grass and breathing
the smell of wet earth after rain,  
No doubts,

Only me,
and my sweet pain reflecting
into each other’s eyes,
No doubts,

Only me,
and you kissing the
droplets of hidden desire,
No doubts,

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On Your Own , Inspired By Virtuez Com, On the Poem Do Not Wait

because

we don't need anyone to be with us at that moment,

because it is so intimate,

too intimate, only

maybe

will need some little breeze touching  the chin or forehead,

i would prefer calm rain

as if someone still will want to cry for me like in old times,

like when people were dressing up in black and were caring  handkerchiefs in their pockets, and someone will  bring out his handkerchief  from the black suit pocket  and wipe his eyes,

and nose,

or, maybe the sun will rise up, or

go down with me, i won't mind

a few little birds chirping up in the air, so

i can still breathe in the grassroots

and

listen to the winds before

and the rains after

on my own