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Meanings...

scattered
practically (hmm probably)
thoughts are
like dry, yellow, leaves
already unsure
from which twig did it
come from

no one asks about
the history of a leaf
no one

there are too many of them
meant either to be
blown away, buried upon their
own kind,
layer upon layer,
rotting upon one another
or simply just to be burned
heaps of them
turning into smoke
phantoms against
the rains of
dark skies

we are leaves
 
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Measuring The Length Of Silence....

do not fathom my
silence

it has no bottom
no floor

when you try to
measure it
with a rope
there will be no rope
of this world
left
 
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Media

An exposure to media, the press
Is dangerous, an overexposure, worst damaging,
You lose an image, you lose yourself,
And people would not mind, who are you and what is your name,
how did you do it, not what did you do, and that would be the end of you,
I do not talk to media since then, it has always the last say, I shy away from an interviewer from a media coverage, from that writer
Who smiles at me, taking carefully what I am saying
On a certain legal question, only to find out,
The following day, he says what I did not really mean in that proper context,
In what I said to him and which he twisted,
I had that bad experience, and
Had not recovered for years, walking in the city,
Without my head, all to my shame and loss,
I did not mind, my deeds my fingers will speak for me
Eventually, and my conscience shall tell my vocabulary avenging finally that
The better plural form of media, after all,

Is mediocre,

of course, its correct singular form is still
Media. How can I argue with you, medium man?
 
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Media Vita In Morte Sumus

sometimes as we hear the eulogy
of the love ones departing
we sense this Death in the Middle
of Our Lives...

As one departs as the Others Cry
As children look without understanding

What sorrow is, what Pain is
We feel the void scratching deep

Down on some recesses of the Heart
This Emptiness that somehow also

Gives us the Courage to Move On
In us these little lives also depend...
 
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