Foreign Language Poems

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I come from the depths of infinity
and from all directions of space-time.
I traveled through dark tunnels, went through solar storms.
I went straight, circled, parallel, rotated as a spiral.
Cosmic clouds trapped me and escaped from them.
Avoided collisions with meteories.
I was helped by exotic particles,
neutron stars and the love of gravity.
Every leaf, every flower, every mountain and lake,
every cloud and every star and every atom recognize me and greet me.
I feel that I have live for million lifetimes.
Who am I? What is my purpose?
Last night I sent a question into universe, asking "who am I or am I not?
The universe responded immediately:
You asked me the same thing billions of years ago.
And then and now I answer:
You're the smile of no birth and no death,
The Hidden Law.

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I know that I shall meet my shadow,
one day, is our fate. I know that, someday,
the light ends for us and the deadly gravity
will absorb us. And again, a magician spark
will shine and a ocean of souls
will flood the universe and will
give birth to stars and grief.
And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven,
my dreams will be your dreams.
You see, everything repeats itself
and everything will be reincarnated in different forms.
An incredible miracle, carefree, and we live in it.
The miracle is folded into your heart.

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Protect your heart my head said
So delicate, so fragile
like a flower I kept it
hidden deep into the branches
but then you came
like a sunshine

Without fear you
you destroyed every barrier
Whathever it was
doesn't matter you get hurt
but in the end, so brave
you got that flower
you picked that flower

Step by step
a smile, a pat
closer and closer to this little bud
waiting for you to bloom

Without fear you
you destroyed every barrier
Whathever it was
doesn't matter you get hurt
but in the end, so brave
you got that flower
you picked that flower

All those branches
there's no need anymore
my heart is stronger now
all thanks to you
You're the light
you're the water
I'll trust you more
step by step
without fear
I'll hold your hand

I'll hold your hand.

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Remember
As you has your woman,
There is a man that caresses your skin.
While you forget her,
There is someone else that makes you feel important.
As you put it at the corner
a man tends his hand
Remember
You from thorns and tears
and a man treats its petals
You take away the dreams
He touches the heart
Be careful thou who by your woman
for granted
You may find that as you kill
illusions, someone gives the colors.

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A nervous biting of the fingers
to keep the usual thoughts at bay
and an annoying hunger that lingers
make me wonder why I should stay.

I’m forgetting what it’s like to be caressed by a stray ray
of sunshine that from a prison of leaves broke free,
condemned to a life sentence within this society’s walls.

Keep telling myself I’ll soon get away,
but it never happens
and day per day life slips away.

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Brought up within the walls of this prison
Convinced that thinking for yourself is treason
Nine to five and for a break therè s a season.
But I refuse to cooperate
I retaliate.
And in society's ass I'm a thorn
'Cause inside I've got a storm
that can't be constrained in a city shaped dome.

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Lifè s puppeteers, whoever may they be
are certainly fond of toying with me;
After long searching for love,
I found myself falling for one.
I thought her placed wonderfully in my vision;
of course I did, she was my own creation.
So foolish as to think the dream real,
now I'm even grieving in knowing her forever disappeared.

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Amber necklace, crystal heart;
you and me: worlds apart,
but seeing the luminescence in your eyes
I reminisced my soul's sunrise.

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He ate and drank the precious Words -
His Spirit grew robust -
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust -
He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book - What Liberty
A loosened Spirit brings.

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The Bird her punctual music brings
And lays it in it's place -
It's place is in the Human Heart
And in the Heavenly Grace -
What respite from her thrilling toil
Did Beauty ever take -
But Work might be Electric Rest
To those that Magic make.