sâmbătă, 3 noiembrie 2012


 Poem by Celestine

" The privilege of "seeing" before others  
was paid dearly on Earth.
Strange and contradictory is the mood of 
the human's crowd 
Whose progress is drawn to
the irresistible, being insulted by others while they open their eyes."

Heart is also a heart when you break it in two.
It's like a deep sigh,
Thrown in a shady recess of compromise and lies, 
Apparently curative.
Clung to a He or a She
 By sitting on your knees you are ready to re-create:
First you draw eyes, nose, mouth.
Then you decide to make a cheek bone line 
and perfect teeth.
She won with this smile,
The perfect key to your heart.

Why eye for an eye?
That prolonged vision out of the mirrors
Makes him elongate her concupiscence:
The external frame.
Stop drawing her next to him,
Stop drawing him next to her.
Let go your fear of being seen,
The way you are.

 Why let the hand on my leg?
Sitting on your knees and learn to demand:
For those beautiful eyes, smile, hair...
Not enough!
Need to resign from wanting something,
Sweet compromise of your numinous fear.
That collective imagination that you break into.
Gazing eyes dominating your fear...
Transformed your Ego into a perfect kneeler.
Folded meanders of the archetype.
Sinusoidal rite gasps out of the truth
But you do not want the truth,
Oh, no ...
You want her to be broken from your own rib:

Wavy hair, blue eyes, fleshy wet mouth:
Confidence of the Creator.
 Then she smiles:
The belonging, the ownership.
Another way of saying:
I want you.  

He rived the dark wings and gave life breath
 For those detached to bare these hands,
The hands who built us, free.
Where were we when the sky fell down on Earth?
The entire love was submerged 
In the middle of your chest.
Swim inside yourself!

Why hand in hand?
When through the oval,
The bond was made!
The almond shape of the Universe,
Ready to give birth without strings.
 Why crying for the seed,
When the wind spread it all over? 


Stolen moments are designed over the years: 
 The detachment theory about Love:
No need for policy,
No need for a butterfly bow 
To keep down man's dreams,
Inside of a memory.

Stay still so I can touch your face,
 Redundancy of the past, 
In no motion. 
The biggest hoax of humanity overlaps the
main script:
The attachment! 
The lie you breathe when you're hardly alone. 

She was beautiful,
Just when she felt abandoned
Next to a morning coffee.
Typical script when she started all over
Like a Dionysian silence sipping the whole world.

 She bares her head like a victim,
In front of a man.
 That crumpled theory about Love
Was in fact the odious drawing about the future:
The no-guarantee!