Menthal – En

Let shout this humble heart

Which often made ​​you suffer

As he cries he can not die

Let him look for happiness

Let this music rise

Beautiful friend, do let that soul cry

And never blame him

For being so moody

You're so beautiful with these pearls

Rolling over your rebellious cheeks

Then I can see

In the reflections of your big eyes

This life that God has given to you

This life is my hope

A tasty joy,
Simple and vagabond
Took hold of me
Is there a greater chance ?

Pleasure is sublime,
The soul is delighted and full
Tonight, love reigns
Nothing bothers me

My capsized and iridescent soul
Retains a sweet and felted memory
Of our hearts in hope,
And your kisses on my black skin

© Theo Bamara – 2000 | From ” Menthal – Poems in Blue”

Basternes of fire
Are gathering in the blue sky
Around the god-star…
He will die for sure !

Escaping these murderers
He ran and ran
But there is nothing
Behind the extent

The scrum is violent
My heart is delighted
The lights are flamboyant

The star defends his life
Deadly skirmish !
The sun sets

© Theo Bamara – 2000 | From ” Menthal – Poems in Blue”

There are some kind of things which always
Remain sighs and fears
There are some happinesses similar to love
That you cannot get without suffering

There are some radiant things
Clear, splendid
That make the soul happy
And spread a magical perfume

There are such nice things
That they would rob out hope from you
There are such nice things
That we barely dare to want them

I love watching you hanging around
And unceasingly I will carry
The painful hope of touching lightly…
Your skin, of touching lightly my dream.

© Theo Bamara – 2000 | From «Menthal – Poems in Blue»