I love the suave musicality of Persian
which transcends me to a thousand
and one night ,rose and jasmine scented.
Grave incantation of the arabic ,
offering rising to the heaven ,
desert of the pure souls ...
Troubling beauty of the Russian melody ,
boatman master of the infinite .
Turkish,running down the mountain
rider of the long steppe
that knows no border ...
Impassive Mandarin ,center of the world,
quiet impermanence thinking in ideograms...
I love the sounds of these languages
expressing a new world's order ...
The vociferations of the old world
falls silent, chocked with lies revealed
and unveiled imposture ...
Shut up ,you seductive swindler
whose burden we must bear !
You no longer have a voice to preach !
I love the violence of all these languages
that draw out cheeky vowels
and imperious male consonants !
I travel on the rebellious memory
of my inner melody
and vocabulary of imaginary ,
religion,ritual and shelter ...
The soul at peace ,contemplating
the star rising in the far east ,
smiling at the death rattle
of empires joining the grave ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
But can they save?
In any case they risk rebuilding it !
I agree, something needs demolition.
Beautiful!
Thank you for your appreciation !
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