Wednesday, June 2, 2010


Dia said...

I don't know why, this one reminds me of another poem (I'll try to translate it):

Forests of flowers, forests of a blinding white
That do not shade the earth and do not grow
But fly up, upper until
The sky goes from blue to black
and the enormous peninsulas of the petals
freeze of too much profusion of white
and draw away barely scintillating in the night,
or turn into flames and fall
again on the earth in a multitude of splinters
that still keep warm the traces of the seeds
that sprouted in the Universe.

Nicolae Moloc - Mutations

B-enn said...

..the key is to inspire and be inspired.. xx Thank you Dia