Love stands pure
Beyond
Our lives.
Happiness is a part of it
Peace is its fruit
Truth is its soul
Love is sweet
Love is humble
Love is
This quiet fullness
Which swells our “hearts”
With all those things
Which flavors are unspeakable
© Theo Bamara – 2001 – From «Song-fields of love – Poems in Blue»
Paint : Bernard Fintz
The Act
is, of life,
The essential
The verb, always,
Is ephemeral
Its Life and its Death
Merge
In a single moment
The act
Is, of life,
The essential
© Theo Bamara – 2001
Excerpt from “Fields and songs of Love – Poems in Blue”
I live.
By the death that’s coming
I live.
By the hope that flows
By the burning fire
By the tones
And by the colors
I live.
By the perfumes that pass
The seasons that pass away,
Music of our beings
I live by everything that is life
I live by “I am”
© Theo Bamara – 03-03-1999 – Published in “Fields and Songs of Love”
It’s like a space
Filling me up
Like a guide
I follow
And I know the misery
Who lives in it
I also know
The euphoric drunkenness
Which wallpaper the falls
Of this “song-fied” of love
Flowing in me
Slowly,
From daybreak untill evening
I cultivate it and raise it
By thinking
To the one who is free
To the one who is handsome
To the one who is faithful
Who embraced me
In the morning of my essences
The one who was there
And who, there,
Will always be
“MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD”
© Theo Bamara – 2001 | From «Fields and Songs of love – Poems in Blue»