Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
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Sunday, December 26, 2010
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
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How Much Does Jon Cryor Earn
Once this poem ended here.
Then rose the other party.
then other things have happened
accents worthy of incline;
and there were additions and denials,
until the end came the beginning.
The beginning of life
is watching the snow
as silent light placed
painted on the cloth of the soul.
And looking believing and believing
be the logical consequence
of joy as you want.
But whatever
wanted to some point to talk
let's talk a minute only
or maybe two
just enough
"to the liquid chatter of sparrows,
within the sweet sound of life "
but once you reach this
stay in this
blessed
and nothing else, at least intrigue.
you But would you trust us?
the pain that lead
the pain that we carry
we do not see the stairs
then knowing only
that once all the poetry
ended up there, first of all:
you again would you trust us
pull so that for long?
It seems that this center
my dear, we are so close,
is the blind can survive
I'm not experienced much
here and blindly plotting stanzas
a language I do not know
I was told to create opportunities
the breath of trouble in a flash
yet sometimes only for a moment
sometimes only for a while yet
I seem to know so well that
beauty has no arguments
and could spread to sudden
lessons on this often blind to light
jar of colored edges
where each takes the knowledge
the only portion of wonder
continuing the journey chewed
might instead pursue every other
unexpected as the call of God
a gesture of hawk trembling
the promise of a sea between the foam
a whim of much greater things
disturbing all my heart renews
but this may not even poetry
that does not add to all creation
even if only one letter missing ...
Once the poem ended so
and nobody believed that the heart
knew how to fly so far
the unbridgeable distance proximity
that no one ever to fill
Sunday, December 19, 2010
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Sunday, November 28, 2010
Streamlight Survivor Led Conversion
It's just my heart trembles,
this side who discovers his mark,
in the blowing wind
above the water ...
It's just my heart trembles ,
this life-coated
the story of another fear ...
It's just my heart trembles
not an escape
known to be unsafe things ...
and a caress,
your smile,
a good word,
a hot bite
are a clear consolation
in this way.
not I told you so than ever before,
my love,
but life, this life
is a place where I had never been
Hear that?
It's just my heart trembles.
© Gabriele Via Torino, 20 November 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
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many secrets to seal
of wisdom if they are
there obvious a prey to ignorance
the grass is always hiding in the fields
rock candy slot in the world
poetry and a sound confusing
and you think for an hour of being
in the sky is falling accent
falls as the beauty in the eyes
and say things
with immediate truth
lightning occurs
filled with clusters of juice
is wonderful and exhausting
still remain vigilant
the ability as a hunter in the capture
clean and diligent
love that words combine
combine know
so that just as a hunter
the poet knows the words
the sovereign task untranslatable
traps
that bind and release
between flashes of sense
and a vague smell of profits shadows
prey poetry
revealed a secret from loved ones
who were and are
on the rock candy and you
with eyes of tomorrow for the next
come
who live in many worlds turned
with a tender heart to walk
decreed sossolino
second Rivers put
perhaps forgotten by God
confidently promise
only
dreamed
and all this swirling spectacle
assiduous in your coat of lives
look and you can see
where it breaks the wind
made for the dignity of the rushes
bent tool needed to
and short bread finally
his grace stunned
and salt that has the smell of your face
you
you care and you do not know but
perhaps certainly
you coach in a nutshell things
for the slot in the world
life overnight
ripping the petals
and whispering secrets lapidary
hoisted
so that the morning meadows
all still screanzati angels
obsession are colorful butterflies
who does not know anything
life remains
our questions
the morning dew
© Via Gabriele 31 October to 1 November 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Depo Provera And Mucus
Watch
were born as the poplars
to relax naked
quietly between the rows of sky
trembling
just
his fragile breath
many clumps and loose spots
between good scares of lights appeared
almost silence within
which opens at this
salvation as effective
and I be overflowing
speechless today
are
happy autumn colors
the blind end of things
stripped to the seed
that everything starts
comma bud scent
and found that feeling
it would end the sentence
and a fire lit in the houses
after a small effort
before the sun goes out
not to die more
© Gabriele Via Bologna, 22-27 October 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
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There is a thoroughly understand that you do not say:
I like your eyes,
facing and dumb
on the brink of the world;
because they are two
and seem identical,
and I can watch:
are there in the blind spot
of your face
s'agit and blindly to the light.
Imagine if we could see ...
-sometimes I say
surprised.
... But we're so convinced
to see what they say
we do not see
the bright blindness of the eyes.
is there, as the Sacrament exposed
our vulnerability
our tenderness
our beauty
and offers the world
like petals and dew
the dawn of day.
We are made to be caught
in the breath of the angel
or crazy like butterflies in the Online
blindness when two become
a common history
and sounds of each wire stories
who can say if you see us?
And this hopeless venture
moans like a pearl oyster
produces its own story
generates other new eyes
who calls us to amaze
intended to print more Tracks
on the wall of eternal light.
And how the brain knows nothing
thought my eyes have never seen
the crepitaculo formidable in the world.
And here's a know
who has no need to see.
Again, we do not know
but that is precisely why
that we look again to hand
is why every day
we hug ...
That's why we love
© Gabriele Via Bologna 16 October 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Ontario Archery And Bow Laws
Clearly
Death is. Life that sum
But between heaven and earth,
between head and neck,
life is. Full of defects ...
Yet it is always there;
not be made. The first,
shows, ventured, offer themselves ...
after months of hiding
hidden in everything and everyone
get there it is:
opens. Again.
The death of my father
is my death to my daughter.
We have to be. Help:
of 'three times that is nothing ...
But the translucent texture
pupa is calling you.
In a complex feeling
and continues
its visceral charm
heavenly
Again
very often it happens
that has not happened yet nothing
sometimes not
but is not life. As the death
is a bit 'more complicated
with all its faults
fully functional
often breaks
break as earthworms
and stops moving
and when it stops instead
here is the heat that goes
(where you where you where?
of 'three times is nothing
and even the body will take anything)
Therefore,
when I only sincerely,
we hug I always
and for a while hugging
close your eyes
close your eyes
hug and a little '
with all of our beautiful living defects
our only hugs nutrients
Love was born.
When you say 'a little' "
the prison is not free. from stone
us just a kiss
to recognize each accent
everything else you see
is resting on the wind
© Via Gabriele Milan-Bologna September 28, 2010