the poets

oh, we are so beautiful when we sleep with a smile painted on our lips and we are more than beautiful when we smile together with a dream in the eyes and the feet ready to go and catch the wonders of beauty! beholders of letters and numbers, we are …

dans les jardins

Wie kann Alles immer so sinnvoll sein? mi chiedo mentre aspetto che il tempo sia maturo. With the least effort we work, this is our Nature. Et quand sur les arbres les fruits n’ont pas de couleur encore we let our hearts look forward for them to be nurture we …

defeat

Where does poetry live, thrive, bloom, spill the universal love making us all? Does poetry feel well pressed in books, pressed on the shelves? Should poetry be written on the wall along the street? Should it be free from any construction, just spelled out aloud or kept in the heart …