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Fields and songs of love



Love stands pure


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

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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”

“Field-song” of love

Chamt d'amour - Poésie - Poèmes - Theo Bamara

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

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


© Theo Bamara – 2001 | From «Fields and Songs of love – Poems in Blue»