Category: Poems

  THE CANALS OF AMSTERDAM A city in November at nightfall: There are only the canals of Amsterdam Suddenly, The oranges on the tree at my house Quiver

  DIARY PAGE 80 The climbing roses bloom, as if the landscape bleeding to death. As if it has opened its veins. As if it knows what is

ECHO 11 peer into its memory, soul defying gravity, visit light dreaming on blue petaled lavender, watch the spinning raindrops suspended in air capturing and reflecting the universe

CHENGDU Flying clouds over the Jade Mountains Are like the changes of history —Du Fu Flowers were blooming so gaily, and all around was green peaceful and dreamingly

WEALTH I have the faithful and the lost bliss: the one as rose, the other as thorn. What they stole from me did not leave me properly less:

BEFORE THE FLOOD In the evening trees figures of pure air elongated like cries from afar, and I wonder if this is the farewell or any other sign

ELEGY ON THE SEASHORE How often flooded the tidal wave the beach? Asking me about you. In its eyes shone the glittering and that persistent elegance so peculiar

MOON AND SEA for Oscar Bento Virginal as if no human ever set foot on it: the moon reflecting her beauty in the azure mirror of the sea

WRAP ME Love me like an ordinary being, Not assuming or associating, Love me, if you want, but if you do, Love me without intensity of blue. Not

Today is Sunday. They took me out for the first time into the sun today. And for the first time in my life I was amazed That the