This night remains

A sea to live I won't find
in a fish's soul body of a cat
every night I go out to drown myself
sometimes stars, sometimes the edge of the abyss
something I chase, like the castaway
my years, my sheets, cigars to put out

This night remains
for centuries frozen
during which two souls never found a shelter
and they came into the world as strangers and condemned
to live an earthly love

I was also lost one night
sea was Kazantzidis's voice
the stars were falling into the mud
black guy the weather and black snake
the heart waived at me, smell
how the oil burns and live the journey

This night remains
for centuries frozen
during which two souls never found a shelter
and they came into the world as strangers and condemned
to live an earthly love

A Thousand Kisses Deep

Don't matter if the road is long

Don't matter if it's steep
Don't matter if the moon is gone
And the darkness is complete
Don't matter if we lose our way
It's written that we'll meet
At least, that's what I heard you say
A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
You see, I'm just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second hand physique
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
You learned it on your father's knee
And at your mother's feet
But did you have to fight your way
Across the burning street
When all our vital interests lay
A thousand kisses deep

I'm turning tricks
I'm getting fixed
I'm back on boogie street
I'd like to quit the business
But I'm in it, so to speak
The thought of you is peaceful
And the file on you complete
Except what I forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep

Don't matter if you're rich and strong
Don't matter if you're weak
Don't matter if you write a song
The nightingales repeat
Don't matter if it's nine to five
Or timeless and unique
You ditch your life to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep

The ponies run
The girls are young
The odds are there to beat
You win a while, and then it's done
Your little winning streak
And summon now to deal with your invincible defeat
You live your life as if it's real
A thousand kisses deep

I hear their voices in the wine
That sometimes did me seek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
There's no forsaking what you love
No existential leap
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep

Leonard Cohen

Poem

Song

Bees - It's getting dark, I am coming out to find you

It’s too late to hate you

air with freshness
the bees are chasing me
and you that didn’t want me

I shake the basil
to stop the bad
witches had tied you
but you still cracked me

It’s getting dark, I am coming out to find you
like a two day moon
closed shutters
How much I would want you to love me

I throw thyme on fires
the beauty’s are afflicting me
the beauty’s the murderess
and you that have forgotten me

Don’ be afraid if I cry
I have felt it before you disappeared
a bitterness in rose water
because you have been refusing the dream

I will throw where you walk
our vow to step on
even if the bees are hurting me
and you that didn’t want me

The pomegrenate

The pomegranate has been a recurring motif in art and literature. It is depicted in Chinese porcelains, Turkish textiles, Italian paintings, Norwegian coverlets, Spanish chests, Mexican embroideries and New Mexican colcha. It is mentioned in Greek mythology, in the Qur’an, the Bible and the Torah. Oscar Wilde wrote a collection of fairy tales called “A House of Pomegranates”, Homer referred to pomegrenates in his “Garden of Alcinous”, Shakespeare wrote of nightingales singing in pomegranate trees (Romeo and Juliet) and of picking kernals out of the pomegranates (All’s Well that Ends Well). Botticelli created “Madonna of the Pomegranate”. Paul Cezanne’s “Ginger Pot With Pomegranates and Pears” and Pierre Auguste Renoir “Nature Morte A La Grenade” both capture the beauty and power of the pomegranate. “Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening” is a surrealist painting by Salvador Dali depicting Freud’s discovery that external stimuli could be the cause of a dream.

Most frequently the pomegranate is a symbol of fertility, birth and eternal life, owing to its abundance of seeds. Its deep blood red colour has led to its interpretation as a symbol of death. It also represents unity, illustrated by the many seeds bound together in a single skin.

The pomegranate is prominently featured in the myth of Persephone, the goddess of the Underworld. In one version of Greek mythology, Persephone was kidnapped by Hades and taken off to live in the underworld as his wife. Her mother, Demeter (goddess of the Harvest), went into mourning for her lost daughter and thus all green things ceased to grow. Zeus, the highest ranking of the Greek gods, could not allow the Earth to die, so he commanded Hades to return Persephone. It was the rule of the fates that anyone who consumed food or drink in the Underworld was doomed to spend eternity there. Persephone had no food, but Hades tricked her into eating six pomegranate seeds while she was still his prisoner and so, because of this, she was condemned to spend six months in the Underworld every year. During these six months, when Persephone is sitting on the throne of the Underworld next to her husband Hades, her mother Demeter mourns and no longer gives fertility to the earth. This became an ancient Greek explanation for the seasons. 

Dreaming of Pomegranates 1912, Felice Casorati (1883-1963 Italian painter, sculptor and printmaker)

The orange girl

She became so intoxicated by the sun's juice
That she bowed her head and consented
very slowly to become: the Orange Girl !

So while the seven skies glittered with blue
So while the crystals touched a fire
So while swallow-tails flashed
Angels above were bewildered and girls below
Storks above were bewildered and peacocks below
And all together gathered and saw her
And all together called her: the Orange Girl !

Vine shoots and scorpions reel drunkenly

the whole world is drunk

But the sting of dawn will not leave pain alone
The dwarf heron says it amid the earthworms
The drip-drop of water says it amid golden moments
And the dew says it to the lips of the good North Wind

Get up small small small Orange Girl !
No one knows you as the kiss knows you
Nor does the laughing god knows you
Who with his hand open to the flaming glare of the sun
Exposes you naked before his thirty-two winds

Odysseus Elytis -" the sun-drinking" poet, recipient of the 1979 Nobel Prize for Literature.

Make your own dream

That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story, that's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself.

That's what the great masters and mistresses have been saying ever since time began. They can point the way, leave signposts and little instructions in various books that are now called holy and worshipped for the cover of the book and not for what it says, but the instructions are all there for all to see, have always been and always will be.

There's nothing new under the sun. All the roads lead to Rome. And people cannot provide it for you. I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you.

John Lennon, 1980

Imagine John Lennon - Remembering a Legend

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed no hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one 

John Lennon left this earth on December 8 1980

Whispers of the Beloved

I cannot sleep in your prescence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference


Looking at my life
I see that only Love
Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.


If you can’t smell the fragrance
Don’t come into the garden of Love.
If you’re unwilling to undress
Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.
Stay where you are.
Don’t come our way.


All year round the lover is mad,
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?


Love is our Mother and
The way of our Prophet.
Yet it is in our nature
To fight with Love.
We can’t see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veils
Woven by ourselves.


Do you want to enter paradise?
To walk the path of Truth
You need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful
Never to hurt a human heart!


Do you know what the music is saying?
“Come follow me and you will find the way.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given.”


The Master who’s full of sweetness
Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.
“Will you give me
some of your sweetness?”
“I have none,” he says,
unaware of his richness.


You know what love is?
It is all kindness, generosity.
Disharmony prevails when
You confuse lust with love, while
The distance between the two
Is endless.
This Love is a King
But his banner is hidden.
The Koran speaks the Truth
But its miracle is concealed.
Love has pierced with its arrow
The heart of every lover.
Blood flows but the wound is invisible.


Rumi

Beloved

You feel euphoria
You feel bliss
You feel unique
You feel every second
You feel love

Happiness through compassion

Even more important than the warmth and affection we receive, 

is the warmth and affection we give. 

It is by giving warmth and affection, by having a genuine sense of concern for others, 

in other words through compassion, that we gain the conditions for genuine happiness. 

More important than being loved, therefore, is to love.

Dalai Lama

Love Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

One Hundred Love sonnets, 1960

Pablo Neruda

Winter Sweet - Chimonanthus

Autumn rises tonight in love
the mountains smelled of rosemary and honey
and I am looking silent at the wet ground
beauty hurts like a burning coal

I ask the sky for a kiss and the sky gives me dust
but when I want you to get cut from the heart's spindle
The doors stir and the lock turns
The wind whistles at me. If you are going to come don't be late

Take off your clothes and take water from my eyes and wash
separation, remember, is a chimonanthus.
I lived in sorrow at day and at night
I leave you in the wind to find you in the light

Love , has fears and dreams for supper before it breaks
Solitude becomes a saint at pain's country church
And I, that I ask for a sorrow to scar me
before the light has set, I will deny you again

Take off your clothes and from take water my eyes and wash
separation, remember, is a chimonanthus.
I lived in sorrow at day and at night
I live you in the wind to find you in the light



Chimonanthus Praecox / Winter Sweet is a cold resistant shrub. It flowers in the winter and its little very strongly scented, yellow, star shaped flowers last for months.

The Tango of Love

It takes Two to Tango.
Two to share the same Passion.
The same Eager to Synchronicity.
No one leading. Both Following, Feeling, Inspiring, Responding, Expanding, Connecting.

" When you dance tango you must give everything. If you can not do that, do not dance."
Ricardo Vidort

Dance to the end of Love!