Triolete

1.

 

Troilet sweet smell
In morning fume,dwe
Veil of sorrws/regrets
Triolet sweet smell

By the secret heart
Seals of beauties
Triolet sweet smell
In the mornig fume.

 

2.

 

Triolet sweet smell
Adorning capitals
Gatherd into posies
Triolt sweet smell

The readers delightful them
Elixir added
Triolet sweet smell
Adorning capitals.

II

Choosen to be a hermit

For three days fat rain drops
Pattering over roofs
Aweaking slow torture thoughts
Asking for me to bring new sacrificies

But why do I bring new sacrificies
Giving up the last ambitions
When did I wound myself striking tenacitously
In the wall which has isolated me from the world?

I wonted to crash all the time the wall
On the farther his side reciving signals
But they didn’trecive well my thought
Or they didn’t want their life to be involved.

Refused,I bear my solitude
Through world closed by destiny ideas
All the time looking for my place in loneliness
Where the hermits live.

 

Confession of the snake

What wonderful years I lived at once!
When I flew having powerful wings with wide spread
Wider than of the braviest eagles
Without taking round any flight

Without to have rivals in my life I decided
Every new aim of all to reach my mafnificant flight
Not knowing in the world the splendiest happiness
Only the flight without any compulsion.

Flying such up I was in a sublime enthusiasm
Like any other beauty, tenacious, {flying} bird
I was a god bearing my fate with elegance
Provoking much envy among elite societies

It happened that my fate to be changed
Because my audacity has been too great, flying too up
I haven’t taken into acount the advice
Of an old anachorite, then I was hurt by a star

My wings were crushed scattering them into galaxy.
I was punished for my boldness and now I say that
My enemies leaved me in life as a base fellow.
Though inside me new thoughts begin to toss.

 

Unicorn - Ah, Unicorn

 

A fabulous animal having
a distincve signal
to his forehead, the horn
from his name:
monokeros,
unicornis
alicorna or
licorna…

a beaty of horse
with a mane of lione,
with a beard of the he-goat
with his forehead adorned
with a smooth,white-brillant or
turned-yellow horn or
one as elephnt ivory.

 

Ah,Unicrn

 

fabulous animal
coming down the legends,
successor of the Monocheroleopard
{after many transformations}
harmonious hybrid, destined
to awake emotion or fear and
to fabulate on his and
the poets consider him
as somebody present all the time in Paradise,
invoking him for his healing horn,
capable to defeat death.

But I feel him being alone,
nobody understanding him,
cheated by the Virgin,
who seduced him and denaounced to the hunters
that kill him for the miraculous horn,
himself being forced to hide
of the heinous,wickid people
far on the peak of the mountain
in an inaccessible place
with the cute senses to warn
any trial to be caught.

 

Ah, Unicorn

III

Rebelious ideas are springing

 

Of my mind
became a platform of ideas, that
are springing up rebel about
past, present and future
loaded with nagative electricity
running all the time mitting place of
all the ideas,
for generation
after making fruitful the wise ideas,
came from another zone of the mind
yet non contaminated with
the microbe of the doubts.

The bodies of bones and muscles
and water, much water
all dematerialezed scattering among
the four winds, and
only the ideas free of fear
are living totally hopping free
in wild steppe as
horse studs in past time-
a new generation of mustang horses…

To which do I give credence?

 

So I throw the lasso at random
and catch a unconceivable idea
that I encroach up firmly
and I leave in my non-
authrized travel
in the sky covered with withish clouds,
which I think imbided of cleverness,
gitting rid of the world of down
{covered with rug}
after days and nights of meditation
on the brim of abyss
of the neconfigurative world habitat
after the total world model.

-IV-

 

Miraculous, blue bird

 

Look, blue bird
miraculous, blue bird
nonclassificated by any ornithologist,
miraculous bird,blue bird pecked my window.
and a kind, a warm light,
in a vaporous cloak,
sheded over the rather poor room
with a simple fir table
smelling of rasin
with some shelves of rough-plane broad
imagining my soul bookcase.

Oh,but you blue bird remain standing
I open the window!
The bird gazed my struck dumb eyes
and I fel it bleeding of love
and through the eyes
my soul has been draning
in an ecstasy contiguous with folly.

 

Dreaming on the sand

 

I imagine to be Harun al Rashid
almighty and carelessly
Sheherezada speaking to him some
celebrated Arabian Nights stories.

The governement documents are unknown to me:
that the desert where there isn’t sand
sold out for nothing
that all oases had been ruined
nor Fata Morgana
there is an attraction for tourists

I am looking forward, with impatiently
to come other night- what night!
let me Sheherezada’s story and
then I sleep,dream happy
with my head in her lap,smelling
as oranges,figs and palm trees.

But all,afterwords there is only
my imagination and
for all that,
where are you,
Sheherezada of the III-rd milenary
let me a story,
even two or three and
then I put the saddle
{weaven with gold and floss sillk}
on my Arabic horse.
and I gallop and I gallop
to South
where the waters of
the self-oblivion are running.