Deep inside me photographs
lain faded
the smile of the ancestors
when the aura utters
Deep inside me
are the roots of the sad tree
opposing the cries
blown by the wind
Deep in side me
the wolf howls
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on February 17, 2011 at 3:00am —
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With autumn comes departure
and the vineyards
tangle with fire
to create
ashes of memories
Sad faces
write the story
in the crowd
of the railway
And you and me silent
waiting for the snow
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on February 8, 2011 at 12:20pm —
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Shadws frighten me
in the night
while silence
speaks to me of monsters
of disappearing faces
and there is
a shape of darkness
Demons frighten me
when climbing the doors
of houses
with the hand of evil
to grab us
and the transience
we go through
You frighten me
attired in cigarette smoke
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on February 6, 2011 at 4:08pm —
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" Sometimes destiny strikes a blow,puts its finger on lives."
I think of it relentlessly while sitting in the cafe occupied by a few couples and some school-girls who came in for a cup of coffee.
I'm thinking about the young soldier,a true story I was told by a friend named Andrija.Here in the same cafe he had invited me before he went on a trip and among the others he told me the story of a destiny being an omen.When all
is known on the third night as the three fairies predict in a…
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Added by Lydia on November 21, 2010 at 2:30pm —
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Although exiled I dwell
in an illusionary time
where retarded birds
chose a fetish And steal
the green tea from children
In the Mids of the forest
I plunge the sickle
A stench is spreading from
the object
The false God is Back in the circle
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on October 21, 2010 at 5:36pm —
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On wall are hanging
origamis
like a rug of deceits
crooked lustful souls
a torn feeling
of the mind
In the mist of the ritual
the pipe is drawing bracelets
of burden
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on September 20, 2010 at 6:30pm —
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I felt the pain of the wounden swan,before death.
Whiles prophet song was floating with the light of Apolon.
The silence whispered to me in a way of the swan's pride.
And my shelter was the lake painted in colours.
The water entered the pores of mine and I breathed it.
But I did not know,as it's in a tale, the Swan Pairs die
for each other of Love.
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on September 13, 2010 at 6:00pm —
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deep in the blood
they keep the dead
dragging their feet
heavily
from the brim where
they obey the cold
the sad ones
shaped according
the broken glasses
not being asked
what they would do when
Icarus's wings
will lower on homes
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on August 30, 2010 at 5:28pm —
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Thrown by the shore
does not recognize time
the skeleton with a borrowed name
Blazing illusions
of heavy symbols
frighten you
You drowned and was back
with the vedas
in the universe of Selfness
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on August 30, 2010 at 5:13pm —
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In the lake of fear
cold drops we are given
by You taking an odious face
making us silent with fear
with the steps on the ground
With your hands
the framed pictures
are carved in a strange time
in a strange skin
With black hounds
you cross the threshold of home
And we leave
when the beams of whiteness disappear
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on July 26, 2010 at 6:30pm —
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Added by Lydia on June 26, 2010 at 5:39pm —
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Metamorphosis in the play is performed
by the birds in the sky
reaching
strange haunts where
fire is multipled by
heavy crops
Between acts
silence is added
by hands that are leaving
and yarn dolls
playing with death
Only migrations are reachable
~ Lydia
Added by Lydia on June 3, 2010 at 5:00pm —
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From the "Praying Hands" of Durer
if the roots utter
set
in the hay's nocturno
and the shepherds' traces
in harmony
with agnus's face
Even if my shelter is
the lake that
paints in colours
Than as a God's child
with a peaceful feeling
I can see
( " The Praying Hands" is a…
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Added by Lydia on May 21, 2010 at 5:13pm —
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It is my water-
entering the pores
I breathe it.
In the eye
it is a silent sound… Continue
Added by Lydia on May 12, 2010 at 7:28pm —
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Unnoted the night is dying And I don't know what name
to give myself from the palm of destiny: Gracia
or the first Christian name
Am I dreaming or holding in my left hand
the embroidered church of my mother's
I stop
To trace the morning with the autumn colours
and with an odour of barn and cows
from the valley
into clean streams
may I flow
But in right hand
a mad demon…
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Added by Lydia on May 6, 2010 at 6:55am —
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Hopeless people
in heavy blues and smoke
senses untied are flowing
a feeling on the… Continue
Added by Lydia on May 2, 2010 at 3:58am —
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You laughat the…
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Added by Lydia on April 29, 2010 at 12:33pm —
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What intentions I had… Continue
Added by Lydia on April 28, 2010 at 1:14pm —
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Like a monk across the Alps
with pine and red trains
with a suitcase of locked passion
and broken affection I arrive
But the old lady is missing
with a glass of wine and good will
who brought me
The wooden masks
are chasing demons
and hold the sun
On the edge of the wind leaned
the fortune teller repeats:
Time gives…
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Added by Lydia on April 24, 2010 at 5:10pm —
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No one told methe…
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Added by Lydia on April 18, 2010 at 5:00pm —
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