Daily Archives: April 12, 2012

Sudden Glory

Posted on April 12, 2012 by Mari

Conviction here is easy Surrendering obligations For the chapter soul rising And in the endless momentum

Posted in Poetry | Tagged academia, allegory, books, Chance, change, Color, ETERNITY, existence, glory, Happiness, joy, library, Life, Literature, Love, meditation, metaphor, nature, passion, Peace, photography, Poetry, Possibility, prose, reading, Relationships, Soul, sphere, spirituality, teaching, writers, zen | 11 Comments

Pequeña Alegria

Posted on April 12, 2012 by Mari

Mi alegria pequeña No quiero que el mar sepa Algun dia te hablare y te dire Que una tormenta se agito en mis estrañas Te amo como ayer Entre my alma y todas nuestras nostalgias

Posted in Poetry | Tagged allegory, amor, Art, being, bloom, Castellano, Chance, change, Color, Dreams, Esoteric, español, Eternal, existence, Faith, Happiness, Home, Hope, Inspirational, Life, Literature, Love, meditation, memoria, Memory, metaphor, Order, palabras, Pastimes, photography, poesia, Poetry, Probability, prose, Relationships, self, Soul, sphere, spirituality, time, writing, zen | 22 Comments

Your Oblivion was my fluency My tango tongued wrecking experience For a twelve tone dreamer like me Smokey cabaret concertina For my hexagonal gritty desire My unrestrained vulgar Libertango Mister Piazzolla May I call you Astor? Your polyphonic eloquence is … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged allegory, Argentina, Art, Ástor Piazzolla, bandoneon, being, change, classical music, Color, concertina, Dance, Dreams, EQUALITY, Esoteric, Eternal, existence, Faith, freedom, Happiness, Home, Hope, Inspirational, instrumental, jazz, Liberal arts, Libertango, Life, Literature, Love, meditation, Memory, metaphor, music, nature, Oblivion, Order, Pastimes, Performing Arts, Poetry, prose, Relationships, Soul, spiritual, spirituality, Tango, time, zen | 10 Comments

I Made You

Posted on April 12, 2012 by Mari

Your calamity searching meat Pier pulling me to bones Filing old papers in poormouth machines I know you You are my head My borrowed tragedy My uneasy digested ink Stony grieving pathetic Whistling hard Gods hues I made you Because … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged Abuse, Addiction, allegory, Art, being, bloom, Chance, change, Childhood, Color, Counseling, Dreams, Eternal, existence, Faith, Family, Grief, Happiness, Home, Hope, Inspirational, Life, Love, Memory, Order, PAIN, Pastimes, Poetry, Probability, prose, Psychology, Relationships, self, Self-awareness, Soul, spirituality, teens, time, Women, zen | 15 Comments

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Daily Archives: April 12, 2012

Sudden Glory

Pequeña Alegria

May I call you Astor?

I Made You

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