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Naming the happiness
poetry [ Visual ]

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by [Neisa Conta ]

2003-11-25  |     | 





Naming the happiness








The sand is shinning
like diamonds on your neck,

it seems the light is getting inside of you this way

-my eyes seems hurt of such a miracle-

and soon, you’ll be able to breath the sun itself.

The stars will be jealous on this touch,

Zeus will get down from Olympus

-my eyes seems to be heal of such a miracle-

the moon is teasing me on this

pretending your booty isn’t that good though,

for this worship.

I’m not swallowing this,

and because I’m climbing on its sarcastic smile

I become sarcastic too.

One electron can be divided in two, my friend,

I’m yelling into her still smiling mouth,

tasting the sour taste of the victory without a cause.

The blue feeling of love and serenity

is slowly leaving me by my own,

and I can smell the air of far away.

So don’t hit me when I’m down on you,

you can spit me in my face instead.

You cut me slowly and you burn my eyes

with your rambling desire,

I’m the beggar, the hunchback of Notre Dame

crawling for out and away the most beautiful.

So that the moment today will be for ever

our treasure island in time.

In you, the light dozing off

in my hands full of sun

touching the falling of your angel feathers,

I can hear the voice of God whispering:

“No man will claim the rain drops today”

si ma voi ascunde in glasul Lui...

And a rock starts crying on the deserted moon

kissing me and calling my name,

me, the man who believed

he can love the Paradise Bird.













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