There comes a time …

“That’s why Monday, when it sees me coming with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline, and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel, and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the night.” ~ Pablo Neruda, Walking Around

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There comes a time …

There comes a time, I’m tired of stories-
feckless, empty, of daydreams without
blithe ends, sulfur- colored, collapsing,
supple under lachrymal gliding in a sea of ashes.

I’m in here, trapped and fatigue, inside a bygone maze
and the spice of brutally cold walls stops me pretending
that I believe in amity miracles and love flowers,
a lifetime collected in a crack of agony.

There comes a time, I’m tired of thinking,
my dark heart and my even darker silhouette,
they are just fallen rebels in the lost era of butterflies.

And it would be good if I could learn to fly again,
in the middle of the night, through medieval châteaux
or through roof tops of avant-garde skyscrapers.
But it will be all the same, because
it so happens that I’m tired of wearing a mask
and the mornings burn with moistureless creativity.

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Moistureless creativity

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© 2013  Broken Sparkles

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Dust of broken sparkles

“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest.

I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”Pablo Neruda

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Dust of broken sparkles

Strange silence drips over the fields with love
and as soon as I see how time curls
around scented flesh and sweaty curves,
bruised lips and skin let out fires
over ice cubs and jasmine oiled hands.
As soon as I become one with the whiteness
of the walls turning crimson, satin and mirrors speak
the language of silver fleur de-lys and ripe grapes.
You, the wind that makes the sunset glow,
and I, the first flower of the sunrise,
how can I keep you, how can you own me?
While we move under the music of illusions
and swear in the life of leftover senses,
the dust of broken sparkles sweeps the night.

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“Bodies and dust” by Anton Surkov

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Broken house

For a person who adores love poetry and tries to write about romance and passion mostly, weirdly, I don’t watch romantic movies, I prefer thrillers and crime stories. Many times I’ve wondered if some of those horrible things in the movies happen to me how will I react, what will I feel? One thing I can tell you, no movie can prepare you for a bad moment that had turned into a reality!

A week ago I came home late in the evening, dreaming to go to bed and just sleep, I unlocked the entrance door, only to find out that someone had broken into my house through the balcony door. I’ve seen people in movies  sitting down on the floor from the shock, not being able to process what has happened, I can tell you, the bad adrenaline that comes into your veins at the sight of your cupboards emptied on the floor, doesn’t let you sit, but just walk around in circles, trying to remember the number of the police.

I’m not the first and probably I won’t be the last to go through such experience, unfortunately freedom and democracy come with violence and crime. And I don’t feel sorry for the money or the electronic devices stolen, I’ll work, make more money and purchase new iPod, new laptop, new mobile, new DVD or new anything that I need to have around. And it’s not about the jewelry missing/ apart from a golden chain I had from my granny/, I’ll get new ones, even shinier and pretties bracelets. It’s about the privacy and the inside peace someone broke into, it’s about the fact that even in a free world one has to live locked and isolated to keep his personal moments sacred.

It bothered me that I found the box with hand-written letters from friends thrown on the ground and the paper was marked by ugly, dirty shoes. It bothered me that on my computer I had nearly 170 pages of the book I was writing and research about it, that silly me didn’t have the time to back up completely. It’s not that I can’t start from the beginning, I am a stubborn when it comes to achieving things, but one year of good writing is now gone and who knows if I will get the same mood to rewrite everything from the beginning.

I am currently without a laptop, but hopefully I will have a new one in the next couple of weeks. Until then, don’t think that I’ve forgotten you, be well and smile! Love and peace from “a-little-broken” me!