Marieta Maglas Poems

Painting a portrait with hidden beauty,
Portraiture means, sometimes,
silent poetry,
And other times means blossoming flowers.
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Our love is mixed with algae...
It is tasted with salt.
It is the first fruit of a great struggle for our freedom...
Our love,
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Perhaps we are ´´parte de tus sueños'' (part of your dreams)
And something is calling for you,
But, certainly, you are one of everyone's dreams
And that beautiful melancholy of yours
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Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deepness of meaning.
They turn me into something,
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He touched her
With his love,
His perfect love,
He thought,
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I'm your dream bird,

Teach me the flight,
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They are mentioned in the Rig Veda and Soma Mandala,
Which is a praise with some energizing qualities,
An old ritual of drink and an asthma treatment.
Moreover, we find these sacrifices in the Persian culture.
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Give me your love,
When the blue rain is pouring down.
Just open the window of Heaven for me.
I can hear the rain whispering your name.
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I'm like a painter seeking her color,
Or like a singer seeking her voice,
Or like a philosopher seeking herself...
Neither like, nor unlike a painting, is this color
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Do you think that our love's vibration
And consonances will disappear into oblivion?
I think that the flight started where we first met
To give birth to our universe of meaning...
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