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ONElia AVElar Poems
Sun Sand Sea
Honey from the sky, sugar under feet, warm turquoise tea.
He has never been to Jerusalem, nor Mecca, never visited Tibet, Bodh Gaya, Fatima or Saragossa, neither seen the Pope in Rome,
While....................................walking on the street............................today i saw my features.............imprinted on an elder................woman`s face
10 Moons, 9 Months
10 moons, 9 months, with 2 hearts, pulsing in my body.
In the curve of an eyelash, fallen; in the dust of an empty room - evidences of someone`s presence...
Candy words melting in your mouth. Too proud to say them aloud?
Good morning! Mmmm, milky fog in province, sleepy crow of a cock,
Smiling lips in my front Shiny enamel of teeth I think about my tongue, if they should ever meet -
Fine, warm sand under the skin; breeze playing with the long hair; seagull`s yells and distant babel; she feels invisible - stretched
A Lotus' dream
A lotus dreams of pollination far from the fast streams... My lotus pose for meditation provokes insects and bees
I am at home but still homesick my homeless heart is sick - true home for
Coimbra * (anno...)
Coimbra* (anno...) Your lemon tree hung with yellow fruit
I sent you a kiss via air, alas The wind was not In your direction!
PEACEful sleep of a thief
How peaceful is your sleep, my thief. Of course - deserved relief. You took my whole heart piece by piece, you think
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Sun Sand Sea
Honey from the sky,
sugar under feet,
warm turquoise tea.
I let my senses revel in
a territory of tranquility.
In modern temples
of sun, sand and sea,
where all believers,
lie almost nude
instead of going
down on knees.
I joined the multitude
of antique Epicurus'
school in Greece.