13 may
In my best childhood
i remenber
that my Mother
was like
an amazing forest
full of everything
good and marvelouse objects
She was like a nice
rose
in the God garden,
the smallest
flower
but more
smelling
Courtly poem
that stands happy in spring symphony
of colors and smells
Revisions of fresh mountain breezes,
I aspire you
with your fragrant perfumes Mother
Simpering breath of the southern wind
that makes me fall in love
Breviary of words
who shape stories
and poems
and let themselves
be modeled by your jovial charm
Music between a moor
stuck between cliffs
are your words echoes
of a deep cave that traps me
in the bottom with no way out of it
Your hair glitters
they are untangled
and smooth forming
long waterfalls
between corals and fish
Oh perfumes of purity
between the mirrors of water
in full transparency!
On the thick foliage
embedded in the bush
I see your chromed emerald
dress grafting onto it
and I am misled
from your song
by the lake
like a stunned fish
that it is panting and wants
to breathe you
YOU ARE READING
The 144000 Saints
PoesieThe best saints men who always follow Jesus wherever he goes they live always in the God rays: When you'll see the shooting stars you will rise from your decays Maybe on that day you will rise in the cosmos of your thoughts like a supernova Immens...
