Poetic proses by REMIL
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THE GATHERER OF SKYLINES
When boys and the girls are very young, they often write poems of love. This collection of poetic proses were written when I was around twenty years old . Therefore it doesn't detach itself from all poems that the young of the whole world write.
LEAFY TOPS OF TREES
Leafy tops of trees
and the hair of a woman
dominate from this crude cliff
my glance
that spies
the secrets of the air.
Which secrets does the air
gather and drag
and where does it bring them?
In your eyes
my little girl
or when they are
next to every man,
prey of dreams and torments?
Just now you can see
my fist that seizes phantoms
in the air
and the leafy tops
seized by the air
while your hair
in the air
seems to be
immovable aeriform phantoms
like leafy tops of trees
YOUTH
......and when I shall remember
my infinite valleys
where I ended my travels,
you, then,
covered by fire,
will return to live
the lovers' day.
After,
if the unsatisfied burning
in that desert,
shall return wildly
you, then,
will cover yourself
with red and cooking sand
and you will talk to me about life.
And you,
little girl of mine,
that looks at me
keep silent
waiting for me because
I can't explain to you
which endless sorrow
today
has spoken to me.
SEA MEMORY
How the sun burned
my shoulders
when prone
I waited,
keeping absorbed,
it sent also
a little burning
to your skin
scented from the saltiness
of my dreams.
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN
Looking at you,
would have been
to take and bring you away:
one act and one time.
It would have been
the end of an instant
in which the hour
had no importance
because the space
was filled with you.
Having you,
would have been
more than everything.
It would have had
the color of water
and music
of an everlasting time.
But truth is in the depth of hands
that have dug
the earth of the sun,
and you,
earthly light,
if you had looked at me
my whole lifetime
would have been
one act and one time.
It would have been
to go away
and stay here
in these three dimensions
that wouldn't have been capable
to gather
our small smiles
WAITING
I know
you think always of the sea.
I see you everywhere
in the sea of your dreams
looking for the boat
that drags you away.
A marine twilight
tells you to wait
and you wait.
Would God,
after waiting,
raise the veil
of my hope
OLD AGE
An old man
sitting on a stool
is thinking.
What is he thinking?
His lips hold an old cigar
and they set up in air
a plentiful cloud of smoke
and he keeps smoking
with calmness
and his wish to smoke
doesn't cease,
and he lights another cigar.
An old woman
sings near him
and spins wool
for some child.
Her hand trembles,
her head bends.
She is tired.
She falls asleep.
Now the old man
takes her hand
and her hand closes in his.
They look into
each others eyes.
No one cries
and no one disturbs
either the sun or the wind
and there is music playing
within them
that no one had never felt.
Still they are there
and more time has past.
The old man still smokes
and she spins her wool.
You looked at them
and then you run to him.
You wanted to know why...
and he kissed you.
MY THOUGHT
I always have waited
in the sad evening
for a white lily to bloom
like my thought.
I always have looked
through the glass of my window
and saw the projection of myself
as the white light
of a street lamp.
But the lily has not risen
and the light extinguishes itself
each evening.
Only my cold thought
impoverished by myself
rests
as I don't know
how I could deserve it!
SHORT FABLE
Short fable
for a child that doesn't sleep,
but then the child falls asleep
and two tears
fall from his mother's eyes.
A woman
stays awake all night
as a short fable
doesn't let her sleep.
LOVE FOR SILENCE
Arisen by a shout:
one of pain!
After its memory
bursts furiously
and it never will be heard anymore.
Here you see
the great love for silence
born from sad sounds
played slowly
from your guitar.
THE PATH
You will go on
only if you'll love yourselves.
You will live much longer
than another
that has never loved.
I've been loving you,
now I can also keep
waiting for good rain
that will light of my soul.
WHEN IN EVENING WE ARE ALONE
A silver light
on the clear water.
A strange moon tonight
that reflects
for me
the good image of the world.
For once
I believe I have dreamed
of life on the moon
and I was back again
kissing you,
in my mind.
THE WASTED THINGS
It has already happened
when we thought
it couldn't.
Oh ...if men could only know
a part of the evil they do
waving only a finger
casually,
absent-mindedly,
in a sign of denial.
NUDITY
Now
the heart gets confused
and the thread of steel snaps itself
while I turn into a whisper
a lost ideal.
In a little while the usual shade
will draw the end of the love
and what you believed
will run into a puff of pain.
Huge
a little grain of dust
takes place on your nudity
perfectly useless:
it is an ounce of happiness
already forgotten.
Arisen on the beach
in a sudden.
A wave
maybe tired from its weight
hasn't taken it back anymore
hasn't wanted it anymore
and now the seashell
dies there
with tears of the sea
hidden in its deep cavity.
" Traces of white salt for
a desperate seashell that loves her sea"
that a sea horse sings
to the shade of evening.
Maybe a thief of dreams
in the night,
will steal that seashell
and will tighten it to his chest.
So it arises
the love of two different souls
bitterly joined
by the will of life.
THE GOOD BYE
A drop of water
out of place
put in a desert to dry.
It isn't worth anything.
Neither for sand,
for wind..
for air,
for anyone.
STOLEN LOVE
A stained rose
tightened between your hands
slackly digs your skin
spouting drops
of precious blood
out of your life.
YOUR EXPRESSION
Your expression
is the symbol of my life
you have in your hands.
It is the chasm
that kidnaps my soul.
It is a sad confusion
between hope and certainty
like life with death.
Your expression
is an eternal recall to life
that eludes the last instant
of abandonment.
It is a strange good bye
born in just one moment
in which I wanted to say
I love you.
JUNE
At dawn
I breathe with you
the scent of the sea
that comes from the sea
and not from your body
that also remains salted
like sprays of water of the sea
that reach my mouth.
DELUSION
Hidden
between your hair
dies a hand
that searches for life.
I remain so
waiting for the eternal end
of one second
and I realize
that it is already almost night!
IN THE DEEP EYES OF YOUR
SON
Silently
love for life passes by.
After you notice
to love it even more
right when
impetuously
it comes back
in the sharp mirror
of your son's eyes.
Memories then
come back suddenly
and you hug
your son
as a shade of a man
that you lost,
as a shade of a man
that never returned,
as a shade of a man
that always stayed near you
but died hopelessly
far from your body,
which was once
the spring of his life.
FLAME UNDER SNOW
Flame under snow
in this territory
where the curfew
reveals war and blood.
Nevertheless something
is shacking,
is moving somewhere
then it dies.
It was a flower born from fire
and extinguished by frost
eternal and present
in the infinite territory of the thought.
THEY SAID TO ME
They said to me
not to love.
They said
that if I had done this
I would have cried.
But the tears of love
are made with silver
and they don't know it.
They don't know it
because they have been loved
and haven't understood it.
YOUR PEOPLE
People that see with the eyes of others.
People that talk with the words of others.
But once
also they saw and talked
and today are blind and dumb.
PREMIER AMOUR
A light from afar turns on.
Your heart beats.
Your thoughts fly.
At last,
as an idiot
you run to see that light
already about to die.
IF THIS LOVE
If this love
had been great
now I would wait eternally
forgetting the earth
in a basket of strawberries
with the virgin taste of a meadow.
If this love
had been brief
now I wouldn't live
this instant of silence
to your passage
and this desire to call you
wouldn't leave
the rough earth of indifference
to go and search for you.
If this love
never had existed
now I wouldn't understand why
you and I
embraced each other
with a violent and tender kiss,
watched from a sunset
while our souls
gave a kick to destiny.
LIFE
Flame ready to burn you
if you approach too close
and when you stop for a while,
it dies
and covers you with frost.
SONG OF LOVE
to F.T.
This wind of anxiety
sharp as prick of a pin
has entered into my body.
Shivers,
memories,
feelings of a past time
made me think back
to my youth.
The hand of time
waved our walls
and that song
now blended with
happiness and sadness
leaned trembling
on the perfect surface
of your lips.
The new seasons
enfold with silence
all that was there
and had been abandoned
from our fingers
so loveless.
The space where our desires moved
haven't forgotten us
and your body
of a young girl
is still close to mine,
tender shrub.
It has been there
that our hands
sailed interminable spaces
drowning where
everything creates itself.
It has been there that
you searched my lips
and I tightened you to me
disturbing the light of a street lamp.
It is a song of love
that wants to cry
of happiness tonight.
We always remain there
where once
even for an instant
we stopped gathering a flower
wetting all our territory
with the fresh taste
of a kiss born in outskirts
far away from the world
eternal kiss
like this song,
F. . . love of mine !
SILENCE
The sun lowers behind my horizon
on a strange summer night
I hear the tired sea
sending noises to far hearts.
Mute lovers
in damp sand
and a tenacious silence,
is biting me
tightening my heart.
I tell a cat
the fable of the man
and it flees,
then my voice loses itself
in the silence of my night.
A snapshot of woman's face,
a friendly glance.
After
nothing more
in this strange night
the summer still drags
without an uproar
into my soul's
absolute silence.
THE LIE
I go
each evening
following
the sad note of my song
and I return back
in the day
saying in the night
I never sing.
LIKE A LEAF
I lose myself in the sea
to drink all the salt.
After,
I love saying,
it is so sweet
like having seen you
yesterday evening,
among the trees
while you seemed a leaf
the tenacious wind of my love
didn't succeed taking it
to me!
NIGHT OF LOVE
And the sky lightens itself
with a new star tonight!
Our souls
wrap up and wipe
the infinite glances of thoughts.
from each impurity.
At last
they finally accompany me
looking for that star
that never was off.
YOU
You are a day that doesn't start,
a night that doesn't return to me
and a dawn that lasts always
and never ends !
LITTLE PAINTING
The day is rising on the town.
A dim light,
a rose color,
a painter that tries
to paint life.
A man that gets up
in the morning
and returns
to his usual life,
that one the painter
threw among stones
but paints
on the canvas
regretting it
The last moon
and finally
I return home.
A fresh bread hardly baked
still having the scent of yeast,
eaten with hunger,
with anger,
with taste.
A last glance to sky,
then the eyes drop
and I go to sleep
while in town,
very slowly,
the day begins.
MOMENTS
It is strange
in a moment,
in one only moment
a destiny,
a love,
a life.
could get decided.
But it is even stranger
in a second moment,
maybe the following
is still able
to change
what first
had been decided.
OVER THERE
Over there
immovable and irremovable
it remains the sense of your path.
Over there
where yesterday
you didn't find
any place or peace
you have lost
the sense of your road.
You have arrived here
to see the sense of your life
looking where
eyes still are searching.
LOVE AND DREAD
When you chose
something follows,
sometimes it is losing,
what is now straying.
Choosing
namely
going and returning
or abandoning forever,
living or
falling asleep
among folded willows,
This is because I 'm alive,
because I 'm afraid,
because I love you,
and it appears strange dead now
that willows cry for joy,
while
despaired
the last of smiles.
points
to the final choice
crumbs of time
of love and of dread.
BIRD'S FEATHER
It will stay there
that feather of a bird
fallen from the sky,
swaying in the air,
and will never come down.
Before I come home
I will wrest a feather
from a little bird's cage.
SWEETNESS OF A SMILE
The sweetness of a smile
has the scent of a flower.
How long does
the perfume in a flower last ?
I grow a flower
without any scent
eternally hidden in me.
It vibrates sometimes
and becomes alive
spreading around
the perfume of freedom
and of hope
but it comes back
at the end of each instant
melting with me
without disappointing
me anymore
and this recalls strangely
the sweetness
of a missing smile.
TOMORROW
Tomorrow ..
a promise that speaks
'bout uncertainties.
A song of a bird
that seems a moan
for those
who are suffering
and a love song
for those
united in a kiss.
I ALREADY KNOW
I already know
nothing can flee
but everything
will remain attached
to this earth,
even that stupid good bye
paid with ready gold
to the market of life.
DAWN
It's dawn!
Among these roofs my soul wanders.
Where does it place itself?
It's among these canary's happy notes
the song finds again
its lost song.
Everything
gets back to its place.
Slowly
a smile
makes the sky
pink.
It's dawn!
FRAGMENTS OF YOUTH
between time's hands
those merry notes of the sky
that are still glad
hardly continuing to sing
about our youth
that is fleeing.
Oh ..friends of shy meetings,
the sweeter memory
that only a short time ago
seemed falling asleep
on the waves of the capricious
and stubborn sea
still dances on these seasons
that turn around
to a modest cheerfulness
between fruits of summer
and shy, yellow leaves of autumn.
Tonight a sleepless elf
restless,
is tickling my mind
while to the horizon
they move and will continue moving
thin fragments of youth
that neither I nor you
can ever stop.
WHAT IS THERE IN THE HEART OF
A WOMAN
What is there in the heart of woman
when you try to cover her
on a cold and rainy day
and she looks at you strangely
and pushes you away.
What is there in the heart of a woman
when you set her free on a summer day
under the heat of bodies
and she falls in love
enfolding you
with hugs of love and sweat.
What is there in the heart of a woman
when you say that you love her
and she doesn't understand you,
when you say love is useless
and she answers, "I love you"
FRIENDSHIP
First door of a palace.
Early bus in the morning
Sea's salt
Ursa major.
Spring.
MY COUNTRYSIDE
This is my countryside
and no one is able to see me
among this grass
that belongs to me
and to no one else.
A sunbeam
joyfully passes through leaves
and reaches me
while laid on the ground
I keep waiting for it
to touch my body.
A feather of a bird falls
and lays
on a branch:
the lowest
of a dumb tree.
This is my countryside
where there is always
a spring that listens at my regrets
and covers them
with the cloak of the blue sky.
DON'T TAKE NOTICE OF ME
Don't look me while I clean my nails:
I pass the time.
If I am kind
I am not sincere.
Don't take notice of me
When I go away
and I have treated you badly:
I only have tried to say I love you
and you haven't understood.
Look... this game is mortal
and only I know how to play it
and don't ask me why.
If you see me smiling
at the unexpected
don't take notice of this
my smile is the refusal of everything
and when I try to talk to you
you notice that I haven't ended a sentence
a thought
forget this:
it is my silence,
my way to shut up
when I feel me lost.
It is all the tenderness
that I've missed for so long.
Don't take notice
if I said that death,
for me,
is the end of everything.
It is only the hope that everything
might terminate here,
also standing
in the rain
while I was waiting
for your shade.
In a while
I will go away
hardly looking at you
without caressing you.
Don't take notice of this:
it is the certainty
that in this moment
you couldn't understand me
if I remain here
with you.
ESSENCE OF LOVE
Love and thought
when nothing and infinite
sit and look
over our frontier,
that one we put there
and then removed
just a little while ago,
hidden in the indifference,
laid along different horizons.
Love, thoughts and other things
a firmament of imaginations
and many many things yet
while nothing and infinite
melted between them
mark the exact point of the horizon
over which there is the end
of each beginning.
SOMETIMES
Sometimes
you will see me painting.
It isn't true.
I don't know how to draw!
Sometimes
you will hear me
declaiming poems of others.
It isn't true.
I sing only mine!
Sometimes
you will see me
dying between your arms.
It isn't true
as I will be coming
for the first time
on this planet
filled with wretchedness
lightened only
from your sweetness!
THE SMILE OF A BABY
The smile of a baby.
Tender flock of snow
that whitens lowlands.
A pure white cloak
gets me dressed
while absorbed
I remember
when I was child
and the snow for me
was an everlasting dream.
VERONICA
into a happy time
In one instant you fixed
minutes and minutes of silence
gathered slowly by time
tearing a young and fresh dress
colored with ancient colors
..... and no one had searched for you!
You sat down
encircled by blue smoke,
blinding,
imbuing of peace
a man's face
already accustomed to the winter,
only listening to silence's voice.
..... and no one had called you!
After you got up
and danced wildly
a crazy moment
of crazy love
of young perfume
that woke up
a tired heart
still alive.
.....and no one told you to love him!
And you loved each other
against the wall of time
in that day of fire
when you invented
the recall of a wind
that you wanted to listen to
that you seized
without renounces
taking away that smoke..
that smoke of love
that had known
one time yet
the death of a heart
wounded in the wind...
in the wind of always
that we never know.
And you went away
fleeing into the blue
of your smoke of death.
LAUGHING VIRGIN
Between your smile and my melancholy
there is something that coincides
in a moment of harmony:
my recall and yours tenderness
perfectly laid down
on a ground of dreams.
GUITAR
I have dusted off
an old note of happiness
and a moan went out
from the guitar
that once sang
its most beautiful song
playing notes
that you loved so much
and they came to you
each evening
to lap with sweetness
the earthly perfection
of your smile
BAREFOOT FEET
On the beach
I still hear the sound
of our footsteps
that once we left there
because we didn't go back anymore.
Now it is October
and the past time
still asks for its days of love.
Where are our days of love?
My hands are missing your body
and the memory I have of you
doesn't come to your mind,
when with barefoot feet
we loved each other
in the night
on the beach
and the sun
drew a unique shade:
that one of indifference.
LOVE FOR DREAM
The music you listen to
in the evening
is what no one
during your day
has offered you.
Those words you invent
in your heart
are what no one
in your night
has dedicated to you
So the great love for a dream
arises
that makes you exist
but then it loses itself
to the last sleepless night.
WINTER
The fireplace is turned on
and slowly
silently
a song that you
have dedicated me
flies in the air.
My lips
quietly
smoke a cigarette
thinking of your lips on fire.
Now they are chapped.
I feels shiver of cold
and have some degree of fever
while I'm going to sleep
forgetting
a fireplace turned on
that will still heat my night.
NIGHTMARE
A violent breath.
The blankets fall from bed.
The heart beats fast.
A tired hand leans
to the center of the chest
calming down the fear.
Finally a light moon
shines through the shutters
of a window.
Now two eyes
fulfilled with peace
close themselves.
The moon tell us
that no one is sleeping in town
and the breath
gets untroubled again.
MUSIC
Sea's wind
that can betray a heart
that already has been betrayed.
White foam that laps the coast
and brings away
the thin sand
but the pebbles
still remain there
while a guitar
plays some poetry
to the wind of music
We always hope
to find in the desert
a spring
because we want to come back
where a spring
never can be found.
HOPE
It's night.
The fear we have lost something
takes place in the darkness
when your eyes don't see
but remember.
If in obscurity
you look for a light
it will shine on you
and you'll understand
that someone
has come to visit you.
When you dedicate a thought
the soul opens its secrets
and in the mystery of a moment
melted with
happiness and of sadness
you know
how great love is
when it is lacking.
What power does the night have ?
It listens to our recalls
and invents for us
the hope of a new tomorrow.
After it leaves
the necessary time
for breathing
and overlays
with its white cloak of sleep
our body
lending us
the taste of eternity.
You could ask me to go
and I would go.
I would go for you
where you would never go alone,
where I would always find something
that is yours
that no one has ever known,
where the sunset would come up
each evening between your hair,
stopping time.
You could ask me to return
and I would return to you,
with hands full of virgin earth
so that you would be the first to know.
I would have with me
rain and wind of days that took your name
and nights of absence
that have given back my strength.
You could ask me not to love you
and in me you would see love and suffering
joining themselves and then dying
and I would embrace you
shouting the words of the good bye.
After you wouldn't know
in which place I went
searching for you
and I would set you free
knowing that it was your desire.
You could ask me also for life
and I would go to find farther horizons
where I would be able to lay down
without regret
singing eternally
your song of love.
THE GATHERER OF HORIZONS
He had come to search for you
from always
and recognized you.
Traces of time
went with him
and you received
in the palm of your hands
the symbol of waters and skies
and he taught you to read
the eye's secret speech.
You didn't understand
the broad flight of the gulls
on the sea
but like a dove
you spread your wings
letting him embrace you.
He had come
never going away anymore
never leaving you
to anything or to anyone
to live his life with you.
He cried
when he saw you crying,
he smiled
when your lips opened
singing your song
that he understood.
He had come
taking you away
and he led you
so far
where the light was only
the reflection of your eyes
and life
only an expression of your smile.
" I am a gatherer of horizons,
he said, you will come with me beyond the love. "
And you knew
the joy of serene sleep
on the lowlands of his body
and you forgot
your father,
your mother,
your town.
But one evening
while you were caressing his hair,
he took his face between his hands
and he killed himself.
You told him:
"My love, I feel cold".
It was a winter day
and you were right.
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