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Na dhan k e daas hote hai ,naa mann ke daas hote hai
Nirasha me v aasha ka, saghan vishwas hote hai
Nazar se dur hokar v, jigar ke paas hote hai
Mohabbat karne wale dil, bahot hi khas hote hai

Ibbadat kaun karta hai,Innayat kaun karta hai
Sabhi hai lootne wale, mohabbat kaun karta hai
Bharamar ki gungunahat se hi, ab har phool darta hai
Sabhi khilwadd karte hai, mohabbat kaun karta hai

Mohabbat apni har aashiq, pe jaya hum nahi karte
Ki aise har kisi pe dil,  lutaya hum nahi karte
Mai kahti raat rani se, meri awaj ko sunkar
Chale aate hai khud bhawre, bulaya hum nahi karte

Hume apni mohabbat tum, gawara mat samajh lena
Aji ye dil humara hai, tumhara mat samajh lena
Kayamat ki nazar hai, humnazara mat samajh lena
Kinara kar rahe hai hum, Isahara mat samajh lena
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Har haal mein hum khush reh le,

Gujarish hai bs mera humsafar har janam mile.



Tabeez bnkar har buri nazar se mai unhe bacha lu,

Apni har saans mai har janam unke sang likh du.



Ye saanse agar tham bhi jayein,

Aye mere sanam aap humesha mere sang rahein.



Ye uljhi hui haathon ki lakeer,

Aapke aane se sajti hai taqdeer.



Mere rom rom bs ek hi hai naam,

Aye khuda padh le mere naam se aaya paigaam.



Daaman failaye fariyaad hai tujhse,

Humesha jode rakhna mujhe unse.



Wo mile sab kuch paa liya maine,

Aur kuch na ab mujhe chahiye.



Ankhiyon ko sukoon milta,

Jab chehra unka dikh jaata.



Is rani ki jaan tou hai wo raja,

Unhi ki badault meri maang mein sindoor saja.



Har koi chahta hai us aasmaan ke chaand ko,

Mera chaand tou mere paas humesha **.



Sajda karu mai unki is rooh ko,

Suche moti se bhi saacha hai unka dil wo.



Poori kayenaat samet ke meri jholi mein daal di,

Is dil ki saanse tou us dil se humesha humesha ke liye judi.



Wo saath hain tou mera khuda hai mere pass,

Behad pyaara hai unka aur mera dil ka har ehsaas.



Jab raakh ** jayegi ye kaaya meri,

Mujhe har pal sukoon pahuchayegi awaaz wo teri.



Saanse rahe na rahe mere saathiya,

Humesha mere sang rehna mere mahiya.



Jab umar ki ye naiya bhawar badal legi,

Chehre ki chamak apne rang badal degi.



Fir bhi aap humesha mere sang rehna,

Mujhe aapse bs yahi hai kehna.



Bikhre bikhre se they hum pehle,

Aapke aane se is zindagi mein phul khile.



Mere pass shabd hi nahi hain ki kaise us uparwale ka ,

Mai shukriya ada karu? Aap mile sab kuch mil gaya.



Jab ye waqt khafa hone lagega mujhse,

Ye duniya bhi saath chhor degi aas rhegi tujhse.



Har kadam par saath rehna mere sanam,

Tere siwa koi nahi hai mera humdum.



Ye qismat humari bhut khel hai khelti,

Dil ki dadhkane har pal aapko talaashti.



Chahe kaisa bhi ** manjar,

Zameenein hongi banjar.



Tab bhi mere sang rehna.

Bs yhi hai aapse kehna.



Aapke ye ardhangini humesha hai aapke saath,

Haathon mein liye hardum aapka haath.



Chahe waqt badle ya taqdeer khel khele,

Har pal aapki biwi milegi aapko lagaye seene se .



Kuch nahi chahiye humein,

Neele gagan ke neeche kahin bhi aapke sang rehle.



Bs aap saath rehna,

Itna hi mujhe kehna.
Rani jutarnji intervjui
#1 Dok grad spava uz cvrkut ptica koje niko ne osluskuje.

M: Sta za tebe znaci cvrkut ptica?

mh: Za nekog ko zivi citav zivot pored ulice, tacnije u nivou ulice, gde me od trotoara deli nekih 25-35 cm zida, a od vozila  1.5 -2 m, priguseni zvuk vozila koji se postepeno pojacava i postepeno gubi u kracim ili duzim intervalima uz onaj huk u trenutku prolaska kao i govor prolaznika, urezao se u mene i postao deo mog zivota.

Retko uhvatim sebe kako slusam te zvukove sem kada mi se neki bas nametne i to onaj ljudski u duzini jedne recenice koja moze da se izgovori prolaskom pored par metara zida. Iz te jedne recenice koja ima svoj zvuk i tematiku profil prolaznika je vrlo lako zamisliti. Ponekad mi izmame osmeh, a ponekad uznemirenost, pa i strah.

Tematika tih recenica mogla bi se podeliti u zavisnosti od doba dana kada su prolaznici aktivni. Od onih dnevnih tema najglasnije su vaspitno-obrazovne gde se dete uci kako da ne ide ni slucajno pored ivicnjaka, a od onih nocnih, najglasnije su one ljubavne gde tacno znam da u narednih sto metara sledi raskid ili strastven ***.

Ima i onih tema gde ti se smuci i gde sam u fazonu “hajde bre vise” a to su naravno komsijske, koje kad krenu znam da ce trajati bar pola sata ili u kasnim nocnim satima taxi teme, ko koga ceka i ko gde ide.

Ponekad znam da provirim kroz roletne i zateknem vrlo kreativne scene, recimo kreativno iscrtavanje kruga sto mi zene ne bismo mogle.

Vikend je predvidjen za vristanje zena koje pokusavaju da prekinu tucu pijanih iz kafica gde kako se otvaraju vrata treste narodnjaci, a ima i onih koje vole da bacaju veliko kamenje na takve kafice i onda brzim trcecim koracima prodju pored mog prozora.

mh: uh, sto meni ne idu ove duge forme

M: pa zasto ih onda koristis?

mh: Ma ne znam, dosadno mi, a i znam nekog ko voli glupe textove.

mh: Dakle, gde sam ono bese stala. A da, zasto volim cvrkut ptica.

Pa, tokom studija najvise mi je prijalo da u nocnim satima, kad se sve primiri, kad svi polegaju i saobracaj se razredi i kad se moje telo zagreje, da krenem sa radom na studentskim zadacima. Iz dana u dan ritam bi se menjao i ja bih sve kasnije i kasnije odlazila u krevet i tako sve dok nije pocelo da svice.

U tom pomeranju pocela sam da uocavam kad se sta desava na ulici i polako prestajala da gledam na sat. Djubretari bi bucno prosli u 4am a negde izmedju 4:30 - 4:45 bi nastao muk, noc bi pocela da prelazi u dan i tada bi krenulo oglasavanje ptica.

I dan danas ne znam koja ptica je u pitanju jer sa prozora se nije dalo videti ali nije, vrabac, nije golub, nije lasta, ne kresti ko vrana, svraka, nije gugutka sa svojim”dugo spiš”, ne znam, ali znam da je pesma lepa i da dolazi od nekog ko zeli da privuce paznju na sebe. I taj osecaj da priroda opstaje medju ovim betonom mi je bila bas lepa i zanimljiva jer su ptice pronasle rupu u buci i koristile taj momenat da komuniciraju daleko od usiju mnogih.

Te ptice su u stvari bas pametne i prakticne, kad stigne jesen, a one lepo na jug, tamo gde je prijatnije, a ne da se smrzavaju, budu sumorni sve do proleca kao “mi ljudi iz gradova” - Milan Mladenovic

Ptice bi oznacavale tada i pocetak tv emisije nekog kuvara koji bi parlao na spanskom onako kako to samo oni umeju i ja bih sa zamisljenim ukusom polako uranjala u san.

mh: Vreme mi je da uronim u san, zato Laku noc do sledeceg intervjua.

M: Laku noc tebi i svim citaocima

__________
#2 Iskrenost - veoma skup poklon

M: Kako tumacis ove recenice koje smo pronasli na jednom zidu, moglo bi se reci jednu pored druge?
- "Iskrenost je veoma skup poklon, ne ocekuj ga od jeftinih ljudi"
- "Nije vazno da li je skupo, nego da li se isplati"

mh: Nek odgovor ostane za neku drugu priliku.

Prosao je sajam knjiga pa bih volela da podelim sa citaocima jednu pesmu inspirisanu knjigama, zove se "Neizreceno"

NEIZRECENO

Lagano je
prelazila
prstima
preko korica
u ritmu
sto neznost
izaziva

Pogled
mi se usmerio
na pokret
na zelju
stajala je pored
primetila je
izgovorila je

Ja tako
kada mi se
svidjaju
korice

Uzvratih joj
da volim
u muzejima
preko skulptura
da predjem
dodirom
dozivim oblik
osetim teksturu

Znas li ti da je to zabranjeno?
Rece ona
ozbiljno

Tu sam zastala
a u glavi je
odzvanjalo

E jbg
kad volim
ono sto je zabranjeno

E jbg
kad volim
ono sto je zabranjeno

E jbg
vise nije bila tu
vise nije bila pored
ali je i dalje odzvanjalo

mh, Novembar 2016

M: Danas si okrenula novi list?

mh: Today is the day :D

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#3 Koja je tvoja maska?

M: Evo posle relativno duge pauze konacno smo uhvatili mh da nam kaze par reci o tome sta se desava i zasto je nema, da li sprema nesto novo...

mh: Dobro vece svim citaocima i tebi M posebno. Evo samo par reci o tome da se priprema program naucno -obrazovnog karaktera za sledecu 2017 godinu. Bice tu dosta toga sto ce iziskivati da citaoci udju u sebe i potraze neke odgovore.
Jedna od prvih tema bice maske, kako nastaju, njihova uloga i podela.

M: Ja se posebno radujem znajuci da vec dugo radis na tome i verujem da ce sve maske pasti :)

mh: Pa eto nadam se da sam citaocima vec zagolicala mastu i da ce biti tu da isprate program koji sledi.

M: btw. Imali smo jednog citaoca iz unutrasljosti sa komentarom na pesmu "Neizreceno" kaze, u pesmi se navode "korice kao predmet svidjanja" da li to oznacava neku povrsnost ili...?

hm: ne, ne , ne cak naprotiv, sasvim suprotno, oznacava jednu otvorenost da se zaviri i pronadje nesto dublje ispod raznoraznih korica, sem knjige, postoje tu i recimo modni casopisi, ili katalozi o uredjenje enterijera... Tako da mislim da je rec sasvim na svom mestu.

M: Hvala ti mh, ne bi te vise zadrzavali. Vidimo se uskoro :)
mh: vidimo se, pozdrav svim citaocima :)



NASTAVICE SE...
PNasarudheen  Dec 2012
Oh!Rama!
PNasarudheen Dec 2012
Oh! Rama!

Oh! Rama,”reme ithi rama”
(Makes us happy so Rama!)
Here, mourn and sigh Ahalyas
In every atom of rocky hearts
Of India; as Sahasralingas spy.
Ambush, spring on praying preys.
Rushi Gauthams suspicious  curse
In repentance they bless retribution.
Oh! Rama, with your soft feet touch,
Liberate the poor pious chaste Ahalyas,
Sathi, Savitri, Seetha and Panchali,O!
Sultana Raziya, Jhansi Rani ,Indira Gandhi,
Think of their vicissitudes, the path they tread!
  Patriarchy exerts pressure on Matriarchy, O!Mum!
Bharat matha is molested by Kuberas and Mamons.
And her daughters are robbed and ***** ruthlessly, alas!
Oh! Rama,”Dharma Samsthanardhaya “come with dirge
Of the degenerated culture of Vultures, save thy women folk.
  Make people to think right, to follow right path, to tell true words.
To live in Eeman (Dharma) not to inflict pain to other co-habitants.
Without negative there is no use of  positive, so is woman and man.
They are like protons and electrons to the flux of family life peaceful.
Oh! Rama , teach, Dharmorakshati Rakshita:,”repentance gives retribution
   That will bring peace, progress,  stability, justice and unity; not  Pax Romana
PNasarudheen  Dec 2012
Oh!Rama
PNasarudheen Dec 2012
Oh! Rama!

Oh! Rama,”reme ithi rama”
(Makes us happy so Rama!)
Here, mourn and sigh Ahalyas
In every atom of rocky hearts
Of India; as Sahasralingas spy.
Ambush, spring on praying preys.
Rushi Gauthams suspicious  curse
In repentance they bless retribution.
Oh! Rama, with your soft feet touch,
Liberate the poor pious chaste Ahalyas,
Sathi, Savitri, Seetha and Panchali,O!
Sultana Raziya, Jhansi Rani ,Indira Gandhi,
Think of their vicissitudes, the path they trod!
  Patriarchy exerts pressure on Matriarchy, O!Mum!
Bharat matha is molested by Kuberas and Mammons.
And her daughters are robbed and ***** ruthlessly, alas!
Oh! Rama,”Dharma Samsthapanardhaya “come with dirge
Of the degenerated culture of Vultures, save thy women folk.
  Make people to think right, to follow right path, to tell true words.
To live in Eeman (Dharma) not to inflict pain to other co-habitants.
Without negative there is no use of  positive, so is woman and man.
They are like protons and electrons to the flux of family life peaceful.
Oh! Rama , teach, Dharmorakshati Rakshita:,”repentance gives retribution
   That will bring peace, progress,  stability, justice and unity; not  “Pax Romana”..
Megha Balooni  May 2015
Crackers.
Megha Balooni May 2015
I saw her
I saw her smile
Focus out through the sparkle
Reflecting from her danglers
And the ones in the atmosphere.
Turquoise sequinned with beige
Crackers, all around her
Our first new year
Where she took me by
My hand, entangling fingers
Lacing, when she thought she'd
Lost me,skipping between
White walls and brown floors
Finding a way out
Through the maze.

Low hung ceiling lamps.

Dragging me back through my memory doors
Remains the same
White walls and brown floors
While I wait outside.

Inside you're having your chemo.

Crackers
Inside my heart
Slithering through my mouth
I see her in between
Those flinging and swinging

Prayer flags, I recollect
Hanging them in the backyard
Of our home, you
Bargained them out
A flea market, before
That year's Diwali
You had inside of you
A life that would bless us
In three months.

A tangerine Georgette Saree
And rhyming with it,
Rani colored bangles
Sneaking up on the roof.

Crackers
White walls, wooden floors
You lie quiet, unmoved.

A skyrocket ups in a distance
As I light you up in flames.

Crackers
You'd always come back
Focusing, defocusing
My memories' pitaara
Sparkling, dangling
Skipping and lacing
Through all those crackers
Lighting me up
LLZ  Sep 2020
Radhe Krishna
LLZ Sep 2020
Nahi chahiye sobhagay aisa,
Jisme rukmini Krishna ki patrani ban gayi.

Nahi karna tap mujhe,
Jaise Parvati shiv ki ardhangini ban gayi.

Aur nahi bana aise ,
Raam ki sita Jo apne,
Pavitrata ke liye ,
Aag me jalke ,
Mitti se Pani ban gayi.

Likh apne pyaar ki adhuri si kahani ,
Jaise ek priye ban gayi apne saaware ki diwani ,
Ha ,
Mujhe bhi bana h vo Radha
Jo apne pyaar Mei,
Radha se Krishna ki
RADHA RANI
Ban gayi!
Radhe radhe,radhe Krishna!
Syed Ishaq Aug 2014
Many Happy returns of the Day Mani

Hope you celebrate such days, many


This world we know is fani

Your style of story-telling is toofaani


Hindi Raj Kumar’s famous dialogue, Eh Jaani

I am sure you are singing, Rajesh Khanna’s “Mere sapno ki Rani”


Sunday ** yah Monday, roz khao Andey!

We are okay to settle with Hyderabadi Biryani in Dande
~
June 2025
HP Poet: Agnes de Lods
Age: 47
Country: Poland


Question 1: We warmly welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Agnes. Please tell us about your background?

Agnes de Lods: "My name is Agnes (Agnieszka), and I come from Poland. I grew up in the countryside, in a family rooted in rural and small-town traditions. My mother is a very intuitive person, and my father was always standing in the last row, quietly helping others, especially people with disabilities.

My parents gave me two ways of perception: seeing with the heart and with the mind. They didn’t have higher education, but our home was full of music, books, radio talks, and documentaries that showed the world in many dimensions. They helped me see that reality is full of tension and harmony, depending on what we pay attention to.

They gave me space to speak in my own voice. Growing up close to nature, I spent time observing, listening to the rhythm of the seasons. I learned humility, compassion, and what it means to face hard work and failure."



Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?

Agnes de Lods: "In Polish, I’ve been writing for four years. In English, two or three. But in a way, I had been preparing for it all my life by writing, reading, and observing the world around me.

I started sharing my reflections on Hello Poetry in December, just a few months ago. For the first time, I felt ready to express everything I had kept inside for years."



Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).

Agnes de Lods: "People. I love people. Every single person has a story. Sometimes strangers stop me in the street and start talking. I guess they want to be heard, and I love to listen.

Nature inspires me. And my dreams, too. Some of them come true, others do not. Still waiting for those lottery numbers to show up in a dream.

Books are also a huge source, just like music and art in all their forms. I am inspired by Karolina Halatek and Hania Rani, Marc Witmann, Umo Vide, Dror Elimelech, and Patricia Suarez (Colombian poet and painter), and many others."



Question 4: What does poetry mean to you?

Agnes de Lods: "Poetry is exceptional on every level. Metaphors express the unspeakable and have real power. They change the frequency of thought.

Poetry heals, invites contemplation, and opens doors to the many layers of human nature.

To me, poetry is sound, color, scent, even taste."



Question 5: Who are your favorite poets?

Agnes de Lods: "Sylvia Plath, Alejandra Pizarnik, Wisława Szymborska, Adam Zagajewski, Czesław Miłosz, Jorge Luis Borges, Pablo Neruda, Federico García Lorca, and many more.

I also read poems on Hello Poetry, and I am so glad to see many truly talented writers here. It means this world still has a chance."



Question 6: What other interests do you have?

Agnes de Lods: "I am fascinated by psychology and archetypes. I read Jung with deep interest.

I love sci-fi, deep conversations, walks in the forest, and learning new languages. But more than anything, I care about human connection and understanding.

I like to dance and play the piano, though I have not had much time for that lately. And I love connecting the dots."



Carlo C. Gomez: “We would like to thank you Agnes, we really appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! It is our pleasure to include you in this Spotlight series!”

Agnes de Lods: "Thank you so much for letting me share my story. I am so glad to be part of this community of sensitive souls. I feel good here."




Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Agnes a little bit better. We certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez

We will post Spotlight #29 in July!

~
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
The white city at night well mentions
that women have integrated women into
their dark years deep water as a result
of the death of the four-year-old child
of the woman in the tricolor hat of Europe
and the best skin of Asia, Latin America's
is a big red mother of music. American
little hot Latin amateur, blood Italian,
African naked, Yellow. John, Sweet food.
A story about a new war with gold and darkness,
air exchange stars and "On Earth",
the historical sky, the sun and love
in the future, leaving her wife, Queen Rani
lost her poetry on the London's Underground;
poetry, french ***, man living in the air,
will be marked by the daughter of my friend's Daughter
Sandy, Not a boy in Editing Park
in the history
of old glass. The idea of ​​the behavior of parents
"The Moon and the Consumer", Fingers was the hot drink
antennae songs of Thomas. Walls - open robot.
Nowadays, the dreams of a stylish poem are more complicated
than animals, with which many Jews have the tree
of the stomach
of many Jews for sap, and I play in the rock of knowledge
around colored stone. The center of Asian football
should be a science of language,
dance and create war in heaven,
while Bob is well worried, waiting for a cat,
I'm angry that I see the museum:
Russell’s grateful insurance reminds
us that using vitamins, games, and politics helps us
to computer mountain's window ablar, laugh,
laugh in church, sit down or talk on "Do",
sit on 2 issues, have a lesbian, have a mirror or a duck,
sing socks hexametro, sleep can be a young man,
and therefore the letter of the Spanish envoy,
daughters, yes, Ntista and the barbarian
will feel ready with Germanicus, who wrote,
came to the police, and began to use his way
with his sisters as well as the dirt between the walls,
and also to turn the crowd. Having written
as a reason to know the knowledge of children,
I read an image of the general development of philosophy,
a study of the abuse of Jews, forest dwelling homelessness,
the sea. Smell is the price of a garden bed
without a group, drinking the words to get
material from her, waiting to **** the killer-killer-killer-killer
Medusa Cratus, at one end of the dragon shores separator.
The daughter is born completely out of the surface
and the magic spell in the affected area - the queen of the club,
the poisoned *****. The funeral of the devil
is clearly the directive. The names of the displayed image
were largely violated, not even in the glory of his mother,
so the mistakes carried the music of reproduction,
and women recognized these harmful things
in the original language to move the smell.
For poisonous smokers who cut off her chest
with their fingers and feet,
the DT equation is a witch, the ghost of a collectible
cerutus has reduced his teen count.
Yes, and he took it and headed out,
and that was what he knew from things
that are a little in pieces and no one
is sure that the biggest is where the bread,
the hat of the yellow city is big, dances,
Lucius is in charge of life, white-skinned,
thinks about the color of female music
and speaks about a personal conversation
about the victory of death in the life of England,
the blessed man should arrest him
because he does not believe in the form
of a chicken: no, no, no, who will inform
the daughter and their voices: France, France!
French, church and Spanish trains look black,
black ones are lost. The Great Languages ​​
of Williams and Williams in Great Britain;
Three Cities, Three Eight Cities and Bridges,
Red Eagle, My Beast This prophecy is associated
with Lizini. William Wilson died in English.
Seven predictors - black, black, black, black,
white, black and white. Consultant-girlfriend.
France, France and the Western world,
for Spain, and so that they do not drink,
to overthrow. For the last time, Great Britain
Great Britain, Williams and Williams
are changing, black, purple and white
great languages ​​live in three cities, three.
Tom the Red Dragon in Russia! Since in most
cases the ship could use the eastern part of life.
The white city at night is a good mention
of the fact that women have integrated women
in their dark years, the deep water as a result of the death
of the four-year-old child of a woman is the three-colored
headed Europe and the best skin of Asia, Latin America
is a big red. mother of music American little hot Latin
amateur blood Italian, African naked Yellow. John Sweet
food The story of a new war with gold and darkness,
air exchange stars and “On Earth”, historical sky,
sun and love in the future, leaving her wife, Queen
Rani has lost her London poetry in poetry, french ***,
man living in the air, will be marked by my friend's
daughter Daughters Sandu Ne boy in Editing Park
in the history of old glass The idea of ​​the Moon and
Consumer behavior Parents, Fingers were a hot drink
of ***** Thomas songs. Walls - an open robot.
Nowadays, dreams of a stylish poem are more
complicated than animals, with which many Jews
have the stomach tree of many Jews for juice,
and I play in the rock of knowledge around colored stone.
The center of Asian football should be a science of language,
dance and create war in heaven
while Bob is good to experience,
waiting for a cat, I'm angry that I see the museum:
Russell's grateful insurance reminds us
that using vitamins, game policy helps to assign
the computer and the ajar mountain window,
laugh, laugh in church, sit down or talk be on “Do”,
sit on 2 issues, have a lesbian, have a duck mirror,
sing the hexametro socks, sleep can be a young man,
and therefore the letter of the Spanish envoy,
the daughter of the dentist and the barbarian
will feel ready with Germanicus, who wrote,
came to the police, and the weapon, as well
as to rotate the crowd, they began to use their
way and their sisters, and the dirt between the walls.
Writing as a reason to know the knowledge
of children, I read an image of the general development
of philosophy, a study of the abuse of Jews, forest,
idleness at home, sea. Smell is the price of a garden bed
without a group, drinking words to get material from it,
waiting to **** the murderer -killer-murderer-killer,
Medusa C Ratus, at one end of the dragon shores separator.
The daughter is born completely out of the surface
and a magic spell in the affected area - the queen of the club,
the poisoned *****. The funeral of the devil
it is clear that is the directive. The names
of the displayed image were largely violated,
not even in the glory of his mother,
so the errors carried the music of the playback,
and the women recognized these harmful things
in the original language to move the smell.
For poisonous smokers who cut off her chest
with their fingers and feet, the DT equation
is a witch, the ghost of sobral cerulutam
has reduced his adolescent calculations.
Yes, and he took it and headed it, and that
was what he knew from things that
are a little in pieces, and no one is sure
that the biggest and where the bread,
the hat of the yellow city is big,
is dancing, Lucius is in charge of life,
with white skin, thinks about the color of female music,
and talking about a personal conversation
about the victory of death for the life of England,
the blessed man should arrest him,
because he does not believe in the form of a chicken:
did, no, did not, who will inform the daughter
and their voices are France, France, French,
church and Spanish trains look black, blacks are lost.
The Great Languages ​​of Williams and Williams
in Great Britain Three Cities, Three Eight Cities
and Bridges, Red Eagle, My Beast This prophecy
is associated with Lizini. William Wilson died
in English. Seven predictors - black, black, black, black,
white, black and white. Consultant girlfriend. France,
France and the Western world, for Spain, and to stop
the two from drinking, to topple. For the last time,
in Great Britain Great Britain, Williams and Williams
change, black, purple and white great languages
​​live in three cities, three Toms, Red Dragon in Russia!
Since in most cases the ship was able to use the eastern part of life.
Firoiu Daniel  Dec 2014
Trandafir
Firoiu Daniel Dec 2014
Imi soptesti vorbe dulci, in timp ce-ti ascuti spinii,
Ca prin vraja ma atragi printre portile gradinii.
Si se-nchid in urma mea cu un scartait incet,
Soarele dispare-n zare lasand cerul violet.

Eu te caut fermcat printre atat de multe flori
Ce ma incanta si m-atrag cu ale lor calde culori,
Frunzele fosnesc in juru-mi, in explozii de ecou
Tu incet prepari veninul in amurgul indigou.

Si pasesc increzator, nestiind ca o sa m-ataci
Fiindca asupra ta vegheaza o armata de copaci,
Si ma zgarie si-mi par un sinistru labirint
Luna imi ghideaza calea cu a ei raza de argint.

Stralucesti printre frunze atragandu-mi privirea,
Caci mirosul tau ma cheama si-mi ineaca gandirea,
Inima-mi tresare tare fiindca tu-mi promiti saruturi
Inauntru o simt *** bate simultan cu mii de fluturi.

Si imi canti incet un cantec intr-o liniste de gheata,
Insusi labirintul verde se trezeste usor la viata.
E o lume de poveste, totu-mi pare ca-i un vis
Tu sirena din adancuri, ma atragi inspre abis.

Simt liane *** se aproapie, si se incolacesc pe mine
Si ma trag tot mai aproape aducandu-ma la tine.
E de ajuns sa te privesc si raman pe loc lovit
Simt doar inima *** bate, caci in rest am amortit.

Nici medusa insa-si cu ai ei ochi patrunzatori
N-ar putea sa ma inghete si sa-mi dea asa fiori.
Cu niste lanturi cuprinzi intreaga mea fiinta
Impietrit si fascinat eu privesc cu neputinta.

Ghimpii-ncep sa ma intepe  si in carne isi fac loc
Simt veninul *** patrunde si *** sangele ia foc.
Caci cu cat m-apropii tot mai mult tu ma ranesti,
Si in crunta-mi suferinta tu continui sa zambesti.

Sfaramat in mii de cioburi, ma atarn de-un fir de ata
Doar prezenta ta himera ma mai tine acum in viata.
Insa tu dai drumu lantului, si ma zgarii violent,
Din atatea rani deschise veninul se scurge lent.

Naucit ca sunt iar liber, tremurand m-am ridicat
Chiar si ghimpii tai uscati, eu incet i-am scuturat.
Doar in inima au ramas, caci mi-e frica-n lipsa lor,
Viata incet mi se va scurge printe gauri s-am sa mor.

Simt un foc adanc in suflet care arde irizat
Si cu infinita lui ardoare, ma consuma infometat,
Caci te vad acum mai clar si incep sa realizez,
Ma ranesti doar stand acolo desi eu ma-ndepartez.

Nu sunt ghimpii ascutiti ce m-au stors usor de sange
Nici veninul tau fierbinte ce din vene mi se scurge
Nu-s nici vorbele otravite ce le spui tu cu blandete,
Caci desi nu vrei s-o faci, ma ranesti prin frumusete.

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