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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: New Life
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Dimanche 13 avril 2014. There is a new melody. And far away songs. The snowy shroud of Winter. 13 février 2015 à 16:11. There is new life and new hope in your beautiful poem. Merci beaucoup, monsieur Claude. Inscription à : Publier les commentaires (Atom). 1 Bashō's Frog/La grenouille de Bashō/芭蕉のカエル/. Bashō in the heart of haiku. 2 LE COURTIL DES POEMES. Salade de betteraves/ Salată de sfeclă roşie. 4 ACATHISTES ET OFFICES ORTHODOXES. Racines orthodoxes 3/16 juillet. Il y a 1 an.
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: Exile/流亡
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Mardi 15 octobre 2013. Ith all your hopes gone. You can stop moaning. The mere logic of days and night. Will become your liturgy. The tomb of time. No words can soothe your pain. The minute you realize. That you are not everlasting. Inscription à : Publier les commentaires (Atom). 1 Bashō's Frog/La grenouille de Bashō/芭蕉のカエル/. Bashō in the heart of haiku. 2 LE COURTIL DES POEMES. Salade de betteraves/ Salată de sfeclă roşie. 4 ACATHISTES ET OFFICES ORTHODOXES. BLOG DE KUNI SAN 観る俳句.
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: juillet 2012
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Lundi 30 juillet 2012. Mall snail on the rock. You carry your tiny shell. As I do my past. All the tears I've left behind. To move on in life. Dimanche 29 juillet 2012. He arms of the trees. Prevent the breath of the sky. From entering the landscape. The day is breaking. Into foam and coming rain. No time to think about. Delirious and useless metaphors. To accept the planned storm. You did cut yourself from memories. A long time ago. When you thought that you could. After a long bo...
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: mars 2014
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Mardi 18 mars 2014. I visited lots of places. And came back unaware. Of the subtleties of memories. Friends tried to convert me. To their private heresies. That I had my own salvation planned. In a bundle of prayers. A daisy storm on the lawn. And a lighter shade of blue. In the morning sky. I defined every single item. Of my broken life. And I belong here. The praying hands of the trees. Their gloves of buds and flowers. Libellés : Dreaming awake. Inscription à : Articles (Atom).
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: août 2013
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Jeudi 15 août 2013. The soul of my dreams. He soul of my dreams. Towards the soft evening. Of a distant ocean. Whose authors I loved or hated. Have covered the beaches. The garden of delights. Under the blonde sun. On a friendly bank. As a moving lighthouse. Filled with sweet music. A lark suddenly melted. In a blue cloud. And it never came back. Libellés : Sky/ スカイ. Inscription à : Articles (Atom). 1 Bashō's Frog/La grenouille de Bashō/芭蕉のカエル/. Bashō in the heart of haiku. L ocked...
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: octobre 2012
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Mardi 23 octobre 2012. Trong in his beliefs. He passed by life. Like a humble pilgrim. Redeeming time with eternity. As if they were dewdrops. On a Summer morning. One day he ended up. In a very strange land. Where people had replaced their soul. With money and power. It takes a great man. And a poor one. To know the value of holiness. Lundi 1 octobre 2012. Lad in their self-proclaimed importance. For their bored to tears listeners. Their soul yawning inside. Wished they had earlids.
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: octobre 2013
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Mardi 15 octobre 2013. Ith all your hopes gone. You can stop moaning. The mere logic of days and night. Will become your liturgy. The tomb of time. No words can soothe your pain. The minute you realize. That you are not everlasting. Inscription à : Articles (Atom). 1 Bashō's Frog/La grenouille de Bashō/芭蕉のカエル/. Bashō in the heart of haiku. 2 LE COURTIL DES POEMES. Salade de betteraves/ Salată de sfeclă roşie. 4 ACATHISTES ET OFFICES ORTHODOXES. Racines orthodoxes 3/16 juillet.
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: Fake
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Mercredi 29 mai 2013. N a world of make believe. Your surprised your foes. For what they pretended to be. You let them imagine. Was but an important ornament. Of their petty lives. With a garment of mist. They smiled at you. Satisfied with your complacency. And flattered by your acceptance. And you left then happy. For no reason at all. In your gardens you sometimes have. A bindweed that imagines. That it is a rose. Inscription à : Publier les commentaires (Atom). Il y a 1 mois.
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK: août 2012
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TIPTOEING IN THE DUSK. Mardi 21 août 2012. N the innocence of her youth. She uttered light words. I pretended to ignore them. And she then clad her thoughts. In a vestment of laughter. Preferring the irony of smiles. To the tedious curse of silence. And I was quite puzzled. Deprived of the old pleasure. Of having the last word. And moved deep inside myself. With a tiny injury. That seemed like a scar in my heart. Mercredi 15 août 2012. My soul completely renewed. But life has not changed. Il y a 1 mois.
