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marți, 3 martie 2015

The flower of Asia


Fragrances of autumn’s petals
Conquer the kingdom of bauhinias,
While zephyr whips the muddy pearl
To open the athirst mouth and drink heaven’s offering.
Semitropical enchantment, in dances of waltz,
Conjures earth, sea and sky to melt
In refined burlesque.

Exotic and eclectic, with passion and ration –
Embellished in charm and myths,
A realm of creeds to nourish the mind and beliefs to disenthrall the heart…
History and future stand in the same timeless body
Building the effervescence of the present,
Present who wears the most famous incense –
The hard worked success… for the better!

Be it in sun’s shadow of rays
Or in the rainiest of days,
The giant glass sons wink
In a dazzling and invigorating exorcism
Of scenery beyond beauty and beauty beyond imagination:
A chaste jade of phenomenon
Carved from eternity’s quarry and chiseled by thriving muses.

An untamed universe between two words, where mesmerized we belong,
When in visit, when in travels, one can only discover the free harbor in everyone’s song
The ever flourishing flower of Asia: Hong Kong.

luni, 19 ianuarie 2015

An odyssey thru the painful silence



The noise of peace talks stillness,
Holding one’s tongue hanged
By the stiff skies in solemn exposure…

The tranquility of noise’s secrecy
Is rendered silent by soft
Study on barren sleep of decadent muses;

The iron curtain of saturninity falls dead,
Submerging in the specter of fading epochs
Towards liquefied blackout of afterlife…

An overthrown tomb of serenity
Fades in the extinction of ruins.
Euthanized be the catatonic heaven!

miercuri, 14 ianuarie 2015

The seven sins of peace



Raven prophecies of love
Veins of thorny reconciliation blossom
Pax Romana

Friendship of tormented skies
Haunt land’s epitaph of peace
War of angel’s tear descends

The neutrality of chaotic twilight
Underneath moon’s wings of discord
Shatters in grieving molecules

Friendship hangs in a truce
As vivid tongues bleed tranquil
Laced in lovers graveyard

The beatitude of my profane lips
Melt serene in the shadows of thy barren breasts
Twisting the resurrected cadaver of lusty peace

The virgin grave remains calm
Caressed by the hands of rotten leafs
Death’s nirvana

Mists of deep bitten muses
Appear slumbered by peace of censorship
And vanish revived in quill’s sinful heaven