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S. Francisco de Assis

Amor a todas as criaturas tu tinhas,
Santo de visão positiva e natural,
Da natureza e mundo animal.
Agora tu também e Santiago,
Que continua a pintar o bago.
S. Martinho faz meu vinho,
E tu olhas por minhas vinhas.

Tu criaste a devoção aos passarinhos,
Eu olho para a beleza dos seus ninhos.
Cantaram cânticos das harpas de Jacób,
Santo bendito de piedade e dó.
Pobrezinhos a Deus pedem pão,
E tu viste Deus em cada irmã e irmão.

S.Francisco de todo o mundo, de Asssis,
Juventude irrequieta que Deus quis,
És patrono da natureza e dos animais,
Deixa-me ouvir o cantar dos pardais…
S.Francisco, amor, animais, natureza
Vinhas nos dias de Outono
Quando da minha janela olho com sono,
Vejo vinhas ao abandono...
Quando da minha janela não  vejo flores floridas,
Olho para as folhas apodrecidas.
Me levanto com a vidraça embaciada,
Olho para um horizonte feito do nada.
As videiras imponentes e coloridas,
Despertam meio adormecidas.
Os ribeiros que desesperam junto aos salgueiros,
As rochas escurecem  com sorrateiros nevoeiros,
As vinhas parecem estar cheias de vida,
Eu me conforto com um  beijo de despedida.
Tantas e diversificadas  cores que me enchem a alma,
Solidão que ama e da calma.
Vinhas de um Outono  singular,
Folhas de par em par. .
Victor Marques
outono, sono, folhas, vinhas
Leaves and the days without so much clarity,
falling  down for you and me.
Vineyards like a colourful rainbow up the sky,
leaves, leaves saying goodbye. ..

Birds singing a strange melody,
Pink flowers  and yellow bee,
leaves going away,
I rather want to bare and stay.

Wind an rain  with sad leaves,
no grapes, no figs...
We love naturally the beauties of  leaves falling down,
I watch them like an happy miserable clown.

Snow will comes in a very dark night,
Will cover all the leaves of a dynamic white,
Wolfs and bears still in their homes,
Kings and Queens in their thrones.

Victor Marques
Leaves, falling, down
 Oct 2014 Majd Al Deen
one llucy
Why is everything I desire miles away?

Only to be seen through a looking glass.

Who would have guessed I was blind,

And looking through the wrong side of a telescope?

All along I thought my happiness was just
                                                                         out
                                                                                 of
                                                                                      reach.
I have in front of me
And array of striped mountains,
Slopes of undulating lines
That fill in my horizon.
There's music in the background
But all that I can hear
Is the whispers that she tells the night
In secret.
Her eyes so still,
Her gaze fixed under her eye lids,
Her lips so bare
It makes my skin long for them,
Her breaths so deep
I want to live in the space they fill.
I lay my heavy arms
And they spread along the mountains,
They have found a home.
A valley, at last,
In which to rest my burdens.
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