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Kouros of Thebes

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Look at the smile of Kouros

comma placed horizontally on the horizon

large white eyes like suns

Dawn

sounds of life

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bold blue-green algae in the clearing

We collect dew

of his mouth

sun and moon in the sky

white sheets hanging in the near

We collect dew

in grass fields

invent gardens

Signs in the middle of Time Lines

white expanse

Time

white expanse

- Mother comes on the horizon -

prayer of the stars hitting our temples

We live in a book of emblems,

a very old book with yellowed pages of emblems by the summer

Mother comes on the horizon ,

Kouros has

Sophie comes and leads us to eat the meal

two oaks their branches entangled by love

- Opening raised lip color blood passes happiness!

signs invented the ground and traded at sky

Singles simple and clear to the moon to the sun

Look at the smile of Buddha

or Archangel Michael

the portal of Notre Dame

A mother, a virgin

a virgin mother appears

and dining offers words of the poet

since time immemorial

Words are signs of rising right

spring and through the evil

Words are signs thrown

to the moon to the sun

Signs in prayer with the Stars

raised right on the sand of the page to save

Osiris Dionysus or Nommo, the

twin god Dogon

shredded by his father,

Amma, the creator god

Play

Day Night

Naked

On the summits,

a flock of birds singing winds

the names of men that they forget about

and that the gods return to their dining table

Agape!

Agape!

spasm of hearts !

Brouhaha!

Birds sing in the wind the names of men

the return of the gods

a woman bring them food

- Spasm of the land, blowing the lips!

While the waters make their nests at our feet,

a child from Eastern approaches us and says

:

"We do not master anything,

everything is in balance throughout. "

The statue of a Kouros smiles to life from time immemorial

The statue of a Kouros smiles to life from time immemorial

The statue of a Kouros smile to life from time immemorial

A child is born,

one from among the others for his mother

piece of clay thrown into space

The cry

primal scream

opening of the body like never

even after orgasm

Jet clay

movement culminating stopped in its tracks

A child is born,

its shadow is projected onto

a sundial in the center of a labyrinth

It is noon

it is midnight

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The traveler and the ascetic

Saint Simeon Stylites the

A traveler reaching the outskirts of a city

happens to a monk who meditates on his door.

Ask the traveler, questions, words, how is the city

, say, how is the city, saying how?

The ascetic answered, and how, last voyage?

The traveler replied, horrible

the ascetic answered, again.

Another traveler arrives at the outskirts of the city,

crosses the ascetic meditating at his door.

The traveler asks, how

says is the city, say, how is the city, saying how.

The ascetic answered, and how, last voyage?

The traveler replied, magnificent,

the ascetic replied, again, the ascetic

meets here, too.

A traveler reaching the edge of an ascetic

happens to a city that meditates on his door.

Ask the traveler, questions, words, how

is the ascetic say, how is the ascetic, tell how.

The city responds, and how, through the last?

The traveler replied, horrible

the city responds, again, the city responds

here too

the city meets here, too.

Another city, arriving on the outskirts of an ascetic,

crosses the traveler who meditates on his door.

Queries the city, questions, words, how is the ascetic

, say, how is the ascetic, tell how.

The traveler replied, and how, through the last? The city responds

beautiful

The traveler replied, again, the traveler meets

here too

the traveler meets here too

the traveler meets here, too.

Thus intersecting

every hour

traveler, city and ascetic

like schools of fish under the sea,

without anyone imagine that

city is the dream of

traveler and the traveler is the dream of the ascetic.

I wrote this poem,

today, December 12, 2010.

In a few days

another as I write the same.

On the road, crossing the

us both, we will pretend

not recognize us.

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And life goes by ... Born

Wow!
From here just a few days of 2010 is behind us ...
a year, in my case has been full of surprises of any kind. A year
certainly have me allowed to evolve as a woman and as a human. Life is not always easy but she knows we still reserve these surprises when we least expect it does ... :) I thank God for putting people on my route so wonderful ... I thank my wisdom have made sure that I have people who poisoned me there and I trust that life for it deals with these people I am Remote hoping we meet again under better terms.

On this day of Sabbath I am thoughtful but optimistic that I'm good I have a heart filled with hope ... Life is good, life is a gift ... my life is what I want to do well!

Good Sabbath!