I send a prayer to the wind
that shatters springtime illusions,
that brings back the shallows of autumn...
daydreams fading away in winter ,
when the harvest bends the ears of grain
and the long journey comes to an end...
Young man lay down the light burden
of your carefree spirit !
Life goes by so fast ,blurring the lines .
did you just run against the whirlwind
of the senses ,gathering bouquets of equinoxes,
carried away by some reminiscent oblivion ?
I send a prayer to the rain which teaches us
how to improvise ballads with solitude .
And those days that pass by ,tinged with nostalgia .
Poor wet dog,searching in vain the warmth
of a heart without embers ...
I send a prayer to the clouds drifting
on unfinished voyages .
They preserve the sound of the first cry,
the legacy of the ultimate breath ...
Devoted woolies ,leaving us messages
that the hurried crowd never has time to read...
I send a prayer to the stormy seasons .
Love in shade of ochre and rust
frozen in pastel scents ...
There are you seductive Adonis ,
eternity of a Saturn's marble ,filled with the poetry
of gentle regrets and some unspoken remorses...
On the shores of a wild moor battered by countless waves ,
I call up on your carnal form to return ...
Tell me old man ! When this long race ends right here
at the edge of the abyss ...
what lies beyond the finish line ?
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Seasons are easy to predict but the weather ask any weatherman unless of the underground sort they will tell you how they freed Timothy Leary.
Did Eva taste the sacred mushroom ?
Altered mental state passed down in human craziness
The poem reads like a pilgrimage through memory. Every image seems touched by nostalgia, yet the tone remains remarkably serene and wise.
a pilgrimage rooted in memory that pauses question to question the abysses...
A journey through a lifetime. Beautiful poetry, beautiful music!
Perhaps life isn't meant to solve the mystery of the journey but to learn to walk with it to the edge of the horizon where the unknown begins...
Lorenz, what a beautiful meditation, my friend. There is a wistfulness running through this from beginning to end...a sense of life passing through the seasons while we try to make peace with what remains and what slips away. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Time doesn't just leave traces of ochre and rust - But also a few flecks of gold...
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