THE GRAVE MARCH

Red the colour of love
Red the colour that changes
On the streets
When all is done with
And together we come
To lay to rest the dear one

Red fills our eyes
To over flow its banks
In clothing, in carrying
The lost, the dear on the shoulders
On the head their last respect

Red you’ll wear
to give me a hand
not white but red
when beautiful and so young
not black but red to lay to rest

a mob of red will follow
a coffin covered with red
cars filled and tied with red
their chants will wipe the red
in the eyes full of red

Juliette

Wednesday, March 16, 2011 12:15 AM
A heart called Juliette I search
A heart that possesses not.
I search the heart that takes care
Of others before her own
And understood by her own.
I will search always for this heart
That I would not own
But have whenever the need be,
Even when it has been own

COUNTESS II

You cast a spell on my sleepy heart
Like a zombie to follow everywhere
Even when hidden or buried
To search and dig out
No matter the time,
Forever it may be

O thou who stole my heart
and left me in happiness
I wish there was another
In its socket to offer
That ye keep them with the other
And not leave them like the others
But bind them closer forever

Why should I not let her go?

Can we like branches intertwine to express our love?

O how they filled the silence and rubbed their dried leaves

When I raised up my head and first saw you

I heard no more my footstep but my heart beat

I now know that I have indeed searched in vain

when a heart so tender and caring sought after each other

Why should I not let her go?  

Why I'LL CRY

I cry
When they say they love me

I cry
When me, the whole world they promised
When them, the whole world they show
What they have not done
What they have never felt.

I cry for the children
They claim they have with me
Fatherless they have become of this
Though the whole world
Mine, thought was mine.

I cry
Because I fear the hurt

I cry
When my fear like a waterfall flow

I cry
Because they will not dry up
Till those painful tears no more
I’ll cry.

the fragrant brook

We will flow
Like the brook
Like lemon fragrance
Your nose will smell
With sediments clearer
...Your eyes will see.
From afar they will come
From above they will drop
To satisfy their thirst
To bath their sweat.
Yet will we flow cleaner
Like the brook, ever
Like the lemon fragrance.

Rojo

Rojo es el color del amor,
colorado, el color que cambia por la calle
cuando todo termina
...y, juntos, nos unimos para
guardar en la tierra un cariño.

El rojo llena nuestros ojos
para desbordar sus orillas,
para vestirnos y llevar a
los amados perdidos sobre el hombro
y la cabeza: en tus últimos respetos,

Rojo llevarás tú
para darme la mano,
no llevarás blanco, sino rojo
...cuando tan bonita y joven
no en negro, sino en rojo para enterrarte.

Una turba vestida en rojo
seguirá a un ataúd cubierto de rojo.
Los coches se llenarán y atarán con lazos rojos
sus gritos desbordarán lo rojo
en los ojos lleno de rojo.