Somewhere, There and Anywhere
are decent proposals of good-byes.
Uttered in different keys
Of Wisdom, Hope and Grief,
Launched in midnight dreams
and finished in the afternoons
That whispers in the wind
Cannot bear
in the prime of spring…
…Sending smells of Trust…
is autumn’s proposal of
Hello…
Sursa foto: Facebook.
My words are all colours
I see them in greens and blues and reds and yellows.
A green is for midsummer’s eve
A white is for a flower
A blue is for you
And for me, I have TRUE.
“Truer” are the truths of hope
loaded with the guns of love.
Foto: Marc Chagall, Lovers in the lilacs.
“Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.”
― Michael Ondaatje,The English Patient
…As among dunes you can only see God or who you want. To see.
No assault to the imagination. No questions and whispers by people.
Only the wind carries wishes afar.
A poem soaring above the dunes brings the clarity of music and has the speed of sound.
And we get to see the glassy shine of Orion…
Love among deserts is never the same.
Part of magic deserts by Ivan Fedorovich Choultse.
I run a business that works with people and words.
I use my words wisely and I combine them simply to create comfort and magic for you.
What kind of words do you need?
Web: www.cursinengleza.ro I www.engleza-de-afaceri.ro
Tel: 0722.841.053
E-mail: contact@engleza-de-afaceri.ro.
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Why men fall in love?
Because they see a glimpse of beauty, available and unattainable.
Beautiful features startle our imagination. As in the fairy tale with the prince and the frog. A frog is always a frog, but a “prince” can be anyone, anywhere, anytime. The beauty of the prince (princess) develops the world, enlarges our perceptions, and the space can be curved…..for a while.
Not because of me. Neither beautiful, nor available, my space is flat. But I have the Words. Through my words, I can shape everything.
Love is always green. Remember that.
Beauty by Vincent Van Gogh.
