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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If you can’t see the video posted on YouTube, click HERE.

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Adagio

“But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”

~ Kahlil Gibran

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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If you can’t see the video posted on YouTube, click HERE.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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I’m in love with a fairytale

“I’m in love with a fairytale even though it hurts,
’cause I don’t care if I lose my mind, I’m already cursed …”

~Alexander Rybak

Video posted on youtube by

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flashback

reflections on paper over slick colors
only the date remains to cast the years gone
it’s hard to draw the memories blank
letting the warmth of one summer night crack

the melody of the violin has faded away
but the music of the day I still remember
adagio in the green of his eyes
rondo in my veins, prelude to our little utopia

he was swimming in glory over my conquered heart
i was soundless, drunk from the flames on his skin
he was in love with a fairytale
i’m still breathing the flashbacks of his smile

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Alexander Rybak - image courtesy Alexander Rybak Facebook page

Alexander Rybak was born in Minsk (Belarus) on 13th of May, 1986. He grew up at Nesodden, near the Norwegian capital Oslo. He plays violin and piano since he was five years old. He won the Eurovision Song Contest in 2009 with  his self composed song “Fairytale” – 387 points, setting up a new record for the contest.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles