.
With Norge: "If you knew how I listen"
and Maria-D looking for inspiration ... Snorkeling
my modest contribution
THIS PART OF UNKNOWN
A poem is an element of the unknown
that the words we put
and that it pushes one to one
are responsible for informing.
is a long patience
infinite discretion
space where a punch
breaks the castles of childhood
but not his Utopia.
No gift to receive
but the gift of choosing and arranging
the words of his revolt
refractory lies.
Pains these Indians
who engage in pulse
the Cosmos and the Fable
their great creation.
Then we throw the leaves
of our identity papers
The poem tells us:
is the time to listen.
JJDorio
(Painting: The birth of the world / Joan Miró)
0 comments:
Post a Comment