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Owls tweet-twooing I miss you when you sleep, and all of those others well take them and keep. My weary exterior weathered and worn, and deep inside of me will wither till dawn. The children are taught here day after day, so leave all the sleep and come what may, the last dance I think was 1983 so, here and now save it for me. Lost in a whirl wind of other fool’s gold, perhaps this is the time we grew all too old. There will come a time are souls will fly over rivers valleys, and streams by and by. Stay lost in your slumber and be happy in dreams, and I’ll put down on paper my primal screams.

speak, i don't know, but write, please keep doing it.

here, some work in progress ...... Tes doigts picorent ma peau, ascentionnelle pluie Dont chaque goutte d'eau fait ciel en son entier.

Talking of Power and Love Between all my torments between death and self Between my despair and the reason for living There is injustice and this evil of men That I cannot accept there is my anger There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope For all the innocents who hate evil The light is always close to dying Life always ready to become earth But spring is reborn that is never done with A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles And the warmth will have the right of the selfish Their atrophied senses will not resist I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness I hear a man speak what he has not known You who were my flesh’s sensitive conscience You I love forever you who made me You will not tolerate oppression or injury You’ll sing in dream of earthly happiness You’ll dream of freedom and I’ll continue you Paul Eluard Dit de la force de l’amour Entre tous mes tourments entre la mort et moi Entre mon désespoir et la raison de vivre Il y a l’injustice et ce malheur des hommes Que je ne peux admettre il y a ma colère Il y a les maquis couleur de sang d’Espagne Il y a les maquis couleur du ciel de Grèce Le pain le sang le ciel et le droit à l’espoir Pour tous les innocents qui haïssent le mal La lumière toujours est tout près de s’éteindre La vie toujours s’apprête à devenir fumier Mais le printemps renaît qui n’en a pas fini Un bourgeon sort du noir et la chaleur s’installe Et la chaleur aura raison des égoïstes Leurs sens atrophiés n’y résisteront pas J’entends le feu parler en riant de tiédeur J’entends un homme dire qu’il n’a pas souffert Toi qui fus de ma chair la conscience sensible Toi que j’aime à jamais toi qui m’as inventé Tu ne supportais pas l’oppression ni l’injure Tu chantais en rêvant le bonheur sur la terre Tu rêvais d’être libre et je te continue. Paul Eluard

I Said It To You I said it to you for the clouds I said it to you for the tree of the sea For each wave for the birds in the leaves For the pebbles of sound For familiar hands For the eye that becomes landscape or face And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour For all that night drank For the network of roads For the open window for a bare forehead I said it to you for your thoughts for your words Every caress every trust survives. To Deb, with love Death Love Life I believed I could break the depth the immensity By my grief naked without contact without echo I lay in my prison with virgin doors Like a sensible dead man who was able to die A dead man uncrowned but of his nothingness I lay on the absurd waves Of the poison absorbed for the love of ashes Solitude seemed more alive than blood I wanted to break up life I wanted to share death with death Surrender my heart to the void and the void to life Erase everything to leave nothing neither window nor steam Nothing ahead nothing behind nothing entirely I had eliminated the icicle from the joined hands I had eliminated the wintery bone structure Of the vow to live that cancels itself You came the fire then rekindled itself The shadow yielded the cold below frosted And the earth covered itself With your fair flesh and I felt light You came solitude was defeated I had a guide on earth I knew To direct myself I knew I was immoderate I moved forward I gained space and time I went towards you I went without end towards the light Life had a body hope spread out its sail Sleep streamed with dreams and the night Promised the dawn trusting eyes The rays of your arms parted the fog Your mouth was wet with the early dew The dazzled rest replaced the fatigue And I adored love as in my first days The fields are ploughed the factories radiate And the wheat nests in an enormous swell The harvest the grape harvest have innumerable witnesses Nothing is simple nor singular The sea is in the eyes of the sky or of the night The forest gives the trees their safety And the walls of the houses have a common skin And the roads always cross each other People are made to get along To understand each other to love each other Have children who will become parents of mankind Have children with neither hearth nor home Who will reinvent mankind And nature and their homeland That of all mankind That of all times. Paul Eluard Translation: Guy Tiphane

Kept in the dark is that what you think? From a very young age I witnessed the link, between the illuminant and the Aryan few and just so you know the philosophy's pooh. You target the weak with your genetic in breed and live in a dream that diversity is dead, the ideology you try to uphold will go arse ways backwards as you watch it implode. So keep your eyes wide the chance will not come again, and one day you'll realise we are all one of the same. The earth the universe all of human kind, and be told here and now your light can not blind, those who have conciseness those who can feel, we've dug all of the dirt boy let it be real.

An attempt at something esoteric and romantic: BREATHE FROM OVERHEAD Preset dreamers Make the best warm hearts- Storytellers in the ether Where you and I don't have to say things and tell tales of dinners and sales and good fortune And we just make what's there possible. You excersise in the courtyard In time, your shoulders will bear a burden, But for now, when light shines through the blinds Take that sunny tone into your cheeks, and push your problems on me- I will accept. My answers find you in your celestial garden Waiting for the big words- If we kiss, Remember to breathe from the top down, As moisture lightly takes you elsewhere Two by two- pump rhythm Step into my photoplay. Picturesque reds and pinks Dot the matrix, Your every breath falls downward as you stand on the ledge, When your mother fails to survive, When your baby calls for us, Take the golden moment to cry Bend forward and I will make sure you don't fall- It's nothing like the poets said it would be- I don't fear the water, I don't have to hurt, Bend all the way now- I've got you I won't let go, Because I can't. (Work In Progress - not completely satisfied yet)

The last time I saw you you looked so frail withdrawn, weak and displaced like a miner that could not afford to feed his family, a family man with no job, gis a job,go on I can do that. Abandoned youth on slave labour schemes in the name of free enterprise,all feed your lies upon lies, while you would not or could not bend or turn your lies into truth, and so fathers lost sons, mothers lost daughters, and poll tax rebels ran through the streets of my home town. I was the one in ten a number on your list, your short sharp shock handed to me so brutally I cried my self to sleep and woke like a soldier in the Falklands war. Did it all come back to haunt you? You where the hero of yuppies with brick mobile phone and business man on bikes, who got rich off the Sex pistols drugs, and cheap council houses we fell for, and to think it all started when you snatched from the infant child, who could not be consoled by over worked and under paid nurses, their milk in the morning. I hope you don't come back to haunt us!

Sorry for such poor grammar in both my above words that fell from my sky.

Just brilliant, both of you .... shining . Two completly different subjects, but both are true poetry. thanks. I do remember the ten, whose age were ranging from 21 to 28 .........

To All, To Everyone, To You To all to everyone, to you silent beings of the night who took my hand in the darkness, to you, lamps, of inmortal light, star lines, bread of the living, secret brothers, to everyone, to you, i say: there's no thanks, that can fill the cups of purity, nothing can contain all of the sun in the flags of the invincible springtime like your quiet dignities. Only I'm thinking maybe I've been worthy of so much simplicity, of a flower so pure, maybe I'm you, that's right, that essence, flower and song of earth, that natural kneading that knows where it comes from and where it belongs. I'm no distant bell nor a crystal burried so deep you can't figure it out, I'm just the people, hidden door, dark bread, and when you receive me you receive yourself in your very self, in that quest beaten so many times and so many times reborn. To all and everyone, to all i don't know, who'll never hear this name, to those who live along our long rivers, at the foot of volcanoes, in the sulphuric copper shadow, to the fisherman and peasants, to blue indians on the shore of the lakes sparkling like glass, to the shoemaker who at this moment questions, nailing leather with ancient hands, to you, to whomever without knowing it has waitied for me, i belong and recoqnize and sing. -Pablo Neruda - the general singing - translation : Charlie C. Umhau XII A TODOS, a vosotros, los silenciosos seres de la noche que tomaron mi mano en las tinieblas, a vosotros, lámparas de la luz inmortal, líneas de estrella, pan de las vidas, hermanos secretos, a todos, a vosotros, digo: no hay gracias, nada podrá llenar las copas de la pureza, nada puede contener todo el sol en las banderas de la primavera invencible, como vuestras calladas dignidades. Solamente pienso que he sido tal vez digno de tanta sencillez, de flor tan pura, que tal vez soy vosotros, eso mismo, esa miga de tierra, harina y canto, ese amasijo natural que sabe de dónde sale y dónde pertenece. No soy una campana de tan lejos, ni un cristal enterrado tan profundo que tú no puedas descifrar, soy sólo pueblo, puerta escondida, pan oscuro, y cuando me recibes, te recibes a ti mismo, a ese huésped tantas veces golpeado y tantas veces renacido. A todo, a todos, a cuantos no conozco, a cuantos nunca oyeron este nombre, a los que viven a lo largo de nuestros largos ríos, al pie de los volcanes, a la sombra sulfúrica del cobre, a pescadores y labriegos, a indios azules en la orilla de lagos centelleantes como vidrios, al zapatero que a esta hora interroga clavando el cuero con antiguas manos, a ti, al que sin saberlo me ha esperado, yo pertenezco y reconozco y canto. http://www.neruda.uchile.cl/index.html

Baudelaire's birthday ...... a choosen piece of poetry...... there is nothing but order and beauty, luxury, calm, and sensual delight. ahhhhhh Invitation to a journey My child, my sister, dream of the sweetness of going down there to live together, to love at leisure, to love and to die in the land that resembles you! The damp suns of those hazy skies have charms for my spirit as mysterious as your treacherous eyes sparkling through their tears. There, there is nothing but order and beauty, luxury, calm, and sensual delight. See, on the canals sleep the vessels which love to wander; it is to satisfy your least desire that they come from the ends of the earth. The setting suns clothe the fields, the canals, the entire city in hyacynthe and gold; the world falls asleep in a warm light! There, there is nothing but order and beauty, luxury, calm, and sensual delight. Charles Baudelaire - les fleurs du mal - translation Henri Duparc Mon enfant, ma soeur, songe a la douceur D'aller la-bas vivre ensemble, Aimer a loisir, aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble! Les soleils mouilles De ces ciels brouilles Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mysterieux De tes traitres yeux, Brillant a travers leurs larmes. La, tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute, Luxe, calme et volupte. Vois sur ces canaux Dormir ces vaisseaux Dont l'humeur est vagabonde; C'est pour assouvir Ton moindre desir Qu'il viennent du bout du monde. Les soleils couchants Revetent les champs, Les canaux, la ville entiere D'hyacinthe et d'or; Le monde s'endort Dans une chaude lumiere! La, tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute, Luxe, calme et volupte.

Well there would of been birds singing in the back ground of this, when it was written, because I can still hear them!

GELATO AT 3 A.M. Age is dizzying, Fruit shine impresses your lips And I wonder where my sleep goes? Hard day's boot camp- The restless wanderer, You cup your hands below my head You take in vanilla to your center, And leave me with chocolate whispers round my abdomen. I collect stars in droves when night refuses to go away, Your small breaths contain what used to be gelato, Now melting in the pit of my stomach And giving me reasons to stay awake.

Le prince des marées Grave, profondément, Se déployant pianissimo et tout soudain, Aussi impromptuement imprévisible que lames En vagues nuancées, Scintillant, agité D'amer fragile bleuté de repli de toujours, Jusant, Il se sent las Avide de venir lapper la terre Jusant là, Il se sait Ivre d'en saisir l'entière permanente attache, Et en un mouvement fulgurant affranchi Parfum de pluie d'étoile,écume éblouissante En un soulèvement diffracté d'envolée jaillit, brisant le temps, né à sa démesure, Bouquet naissant ployant s'épanouissant paisible A la pupille d'un soleil. PR Rennes le 20/03/13

Little Rainbow is it possible to try to translate this, but not to English but rather the pronunciation of the words? Thank you.

I've got it translated into international phonetic alphabet, but the signs don't appear corectly here, sorry .......

correctly .....