Dara Blu

day after day hour after hour thought by thought I\'m falling down in time and time is coming over me while I rest just a memory

face to face one hot chocolate cup and I listening how the memories fall down in the raining night like a wandering spirit who never would find the words of the heart

a raining grain caressing a linden flower in a cup of tea

blue eyes fields waving through the spirit silences after the sunset

I don’t know if you know your eyes are so deep like a night of a sweet sinfully sin devouring the tears in an eternal expiation my thoughts are kissing so painfully tender and modeling

you and I face to face between us the infinite limit of the thought one step to another step, mine, yours as pawns on the day and night\'s diagonal closer and closer more and

sometimes it happens to forget how you look at the sun without pain and passion the sky catches the shoulders hugging you so stronger therefore your bones are cracking as heart desire

there are winters burning sometimes in snow stronger than an emotion on the sea board in the summer there are ideas setting down in the morning lull asleep by a flower song when the wind is

nobody would ever know what the soul hides beyond unconsciously egoist ego nobody would ever know the sadness hurt by the nothingness of the human moment without appeal right nobody

l\'âme téméraire défie l\'éphémère - la première neige un flocon de neige rêvant meurt dans la solitude d’un cœur épris sur un banc du parc deux mains rencontrent trois

note: this is a translation even if you don’t see her smiling even if you don’t feel her coming even if you don’t understand how it happened even if you cannot talk to

forgotten in the branch tree the leaves getting old in fragile equilibrium * nightfall the day grizzling face to face with a cup of tea * coldness - between branches and

the soul is gone together with the leaves in autumne rising in the hope of another spring

look at this flower which smiles in the morning being child like you

Seven broken colours dropping out the thoughts Listening the sunset of the stones thrilling the eternity

You – who blossomed my heart, Are taking back your branches. You – who showed me the infinite, Are closing my leaves beyond nothingness. You – whom I call among shadows, Are sending me the

Butterfly easy in mind flying among hearts without to know to bleed itself. Not yet.

Le printemps cache le vert des feuilles des arbres. Frémissement.

L\'oeil vert embrasse mes silences. Je suis né.

Beautiful lie Tell me that you don’t me know Never and ever you didn’t see my monsters Which nestle behind my ego. And I will tell you the perfect being is being, Never crying, Never

le premier la couleur indéfinie des souvenirs souriant doucement. En passant.