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Alchemy

What changes in a poem?


Only the things that are gone
Passing through memories.
Only the burning destruction
Of what you deeply search.
Only the departure and the return
Only the road of birds.
Only the leaf that falls down
And the tiredness of the cranes.

Yesterday light..
I search,I dont know what.I search
A lost sky,the bygone eve.How bended
Is the forehead destinated to the old hights!
I search,I dont know what.I search
A big hour left without beeing in me
Like in a dead pot a sign of whole.
I search,I dont know what.Under yesterdays stars
Under the past,I search,
The dead light I praise.

Three faces

The chil laughs:


,,my wisdom and my love are my games!
The young man sings:
,,my game and my wisdom is the love!
The old man sais nothing:
,, my love and my game is the wisdom!

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