Adagio for my 200 blog post

This poem was written in October last year, but it is my favorite from all my poems, so I decided to post it again, and since this is my 200 post, I wanted it to be special!

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Adagio

by Blaga Todorova

between melodies and lyrics,
between beats and strings
touched by the fever of lovers passion
and sweetly bruised lips,
bright, burgundy music
stirred in white roses and in longing
moves like a sultry wind.
for every second of a burning day,
for every ray of moonlight
and every time a candle follows a dawn
and with every breath that I gasp, aching,
I miss the sound of your heart,
the trails of hands in my memories
and on my skin.

a humid fantasy, as if you are
next to me or at least your shadow
and inside a soft, artistic, sugary laughter
like a river under a melting snow,
like a  gravitating summer
in the rhythm of fragile voices,
like a crystal picture frame
surrounding two happy faces,
when there is a promise
for an amaranthine night,
and there is a song of flowers
growing blind but beautiful,
and an absence of rhymes
in the distant whispers,
or maybe just blurs
out of a Persian poet’s mind.

but the truth is,
the stars once reflecting inevitably
in the green of your eyes,
the mystery constantly leading
the logic away from the silk bed,
the feeling of togetherness
almost reaching out an altar,
demand, daring, to bring back
the last kiss survived,
and there is a chaos of questions
trying to hurt the air,
and a pas de deux never meant to end,
and a luminous harmony in a forgotten adagio.

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Lykavittos

“The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music. The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.” Rabindranath Tagore

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I’m not sure if I have the right words to describe what is to walk up to Lykavittos ( the highest hill in Athens) and see the whole town in your feet, sparkling under the morning sun, and I’m not sure if my camera was able to capture the glory of each moment, but still, I’d like to share with you my favorite place in the city- Lykavittos hill.

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Passeggiata

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“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
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What is La Passegiata about?
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La Passeggiata is an evening ritual, an Italian tradition, a gentle stroll through the main streets, usually in the pedestrian zones in hours before sunset. Italians tend to dress up for la passeggiata and new romances are on display as well as new dresses or shoes. Passeggiata is especially popular on Sunday evenings. During the summer, some Italians even drive to nearby cities, the coast, or the lakes for a special passeggiata.
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Passeggiata
by David F. Barker and Blaga Todorova
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tonight these grey walls will not hold me.
a strange providence
has given this soft hour to live,
a pale rose for my button hole,
colour of my face, the moon,
who follows me coldly
through silken streets

there are a myriad arches
marked with quietness,
the sleepy waters hum
with the pulse of a sonata
and the glassy surfaces
of man-made stone muses, they call me,
dropping sparkles in the shadows

suddenly I halt by a sober light—
high above in baroque walls
a lone viola is playing
in its darkest flourishes,
muffled by the rolling fog
drifting around me
like a seminal snake

and duets of exploding icons,
sketched in the heart to dazzle the heart,
visions through the sturdy, irregular mist,
turn the gondolas into shelters for lovers
while the reflections of the indigo skies
are drowned in rain and the mind is frozen,
holding the evening stroll alive …

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Thank you David for writing this with me! It was an honor!

Visit David at francisbarkerart.com and enjoy more of his art and poetry.

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'Isola di San Giorgio' by David F. Barker

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles