Friday, 17 December 2010



The game of balancing, the rope
is stretched between the two
poles life goes cautiously
holding dream, and
seasons reciting
the mystical
birds watch breathlessly, walking
on the strange, hanging desire
cord, nothing was magic,
only a sting in the
heart to
reach the destination,in the game
of balancing, audience clapped,
predicted, excited, enjoyed
loved, hated, appreciated,
 I reached to the other
end, it's different
story, I had
the way of survival only, in the below
was valleys or floral bed I had no
time to think for consequences,
my vision had obvious
reasons, live and
 let live to
I performed my job beautifully, and - -
the compromise is the part of life,
so I have no regret - -

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A hushed trail in th freezing night
sings the last, some love songs, do
you know the notation of breathings,
paralyzed rhythm want new lives,

emotions relaxed on the chair of the
garden, alone looks the falling snow,
spectacles of affection, multi cracked
dreams hide in the cozy warm corners,

as a kitten, memories try to enter, by
the half unfolded mosaic glass doors
you looked moments eagerly, few
drop of tear might be appeared but
hand shivered, you didn t lifted them,

the old fragrance of beautiful flowers
freeze on the branches, twigs, willingly
or not, you could n t remove ice layers,

in the morning stripped tree had no any
word to complain the tale of last night
as ring is left over on the velvet clothes
gem is lost, its  now hollow black spot,
fingers have rejected decade ago to it.

picture - painted by JONE BINZONELLI