Innocence – a poem for Larisa
A glance, a step, a word…
A sun ray, a breath, a secret joy,
Wondrously fleeing,
Like dazzling sweet desire…
Your smile, your sipping morning coffee,
Exuberant trumpets swirling in tempestuous dissonances
Castle, princes and amiable drakes
Oh, all your half uttered, waiting tales…
Your intoxicating glance, your perplexed silence, your innocence
You are the giver of my words…
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About julienmatei
I feel un inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced.
These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity...
Due to fear and prejudice we prefere to see only "the offcial " truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give...
We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or...we can take the trouble to LIVE...
THE NEW has no definition yet...
Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blogg is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation...finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness..