"liliana" poems
O dia que chegou tão depressa ao seu final,
Trouxe-me a certeza de uma noite fria e pálida,
Onde chego à cama, e espero ver-te ali deitada,
Pelos tempos fora, sinto a certeza desse sinal!
Foram três longos anos de vazio, tais como os teus sinais,
As estrelas que carregas nos ombros, são juntas na tua lua,
São profundos sonhos de um golfinho que a ti, se junta, lua tua,
Imensas vezes, a olhei, para te ver a ti brilhar em vendavais!
Hoje percebo porque sentia e via o meu quarto sempre vazio,
Quando chegaste em dia de temporal, na noite sadia e vadia,
Estava eu junto daquele precipício, esperando sair desse presidio,
De cores sem tom, de cheiros sem fragância, naquela estadia!
E assim nas voltas que dei, das estrelas que vi, tu chegas-te,
Mesmo na hora que tudo parecia perdido, desenhada perfeitamente,
E de todas as preces e palavras que preguei a Deus e ele me advir-te,
Trazendo-te a ti, contornada de perfeitas coisas, cantando acusticamente!
E assim percebi que a força que têm a cobardia de destruição,
De um coração como o meu, perfeitamente bom e agora teu,
Me dá ganas de pegar em ti, ao meu colo teu, deitar-te no céu,
Decorar as estrelas, contigo no centro, meu quarto cresceu, paixão!
Autor: António Benigno
Escusado será dizer-te a ti, que te vejo, sabia que virias, não te imaginava chegando, mas surpreendentemente, tudo que lhe havia pedido, ele me trouxe triplicando, abusando mesmo de galhardia, e eu agora me contemplando, porque tudo que me trazia, era muito mais do que lhe pedia. Liliana, lhe peço agora mesmo, que meu coração mereça sempre, tudo aquilo que Deus me prometia.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
Penso eu, que a plenitude de uma vida,
Não é ir ao mercado e comprar felicidade,
É sim, sem muito contar, adquirir uma dívida,
Não cobrável, muito menos reembolsável!
Os meus planos eram meramente vagos,
Seguia um caminho longo, sem ambição,
Pouco mais do que sobreviver meu coração,
Não havia muito sentido para estes lados!
Contudo, e porque eu agora acredito no destino,
Estes anos todos me preparei como homem,
Para que agora, sem contar, visse o céu divino,
Que Deus me quis dar! Deixei de ser lobisomem!
Decidi mesmo despir todas as vestimentas faciais,
Sem dúvidas e calmamente feliz, me dou todo a ti,
Porque nessa mulher fantástica, cheia de sonhos, eu vi,
O amor de verdade, nosso, de segredos confidenciais!
Decidi logo ao fim de poucas horas da minha presença,
Frente aos teus olhos directos e sorriso espontâneo,
Entregar a ti, em tuas mãos, o meu sonho, contemporâneo,
Nunca senti necessidade de te pedir a ti qualquer licença!
E a chave do meu mundo, dos meus sonhos, te dou agora na mão,
Sinto o teu corpo vibrar e felicitar-se, na confiança desta aliança,
Melhor que um anel, um qualquer contrato ou confissão,
É hoje sentir que sou feliz e não tenho qualquer fiança!
O preço dos meus sonhos, da minha felicidade,
Eu te devo a ti mulher, de estimada liberdade,
És ágil, subtil e eu sortudo com imensa vaidade,
Te prometo agora amar, pela nossa eternidade.
Autor: António Benigno
Para ti, Liliana. És o melhor na minha vida…
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
Se eu sou neste mundo a lua e tu o sol,
Se tu és a estrela, que me ilumina o meu dia,
Porque teme o sol a lua, se é dela o seu brilho?
Aparecerei nos momentos da tua maior luz,
Nos dias fantásticos de magia da tua alegria,
Na beleza da continuidade dos teus dias,
Na herança dos nossos corpos unidos,
Eu, lua, estarei ali, junto de ti, quando deres à luz!
Quando estiver eu no céu pela manha,
Esperando que chegues aos meus braços,
Estarei ali para brilhar junto contigo,
O meu brilho será reflectido para ti,
Apesar das voltas que dês no mundo,
Eu, estarei ali, sempre esperando por ti!
Quando nos dias perderes o brilho,
Virei abraçar-te para te mostrar que estou contigo,
Leva os dias comigo, preciso de ti como és,
Nos teus momentos de alegria e tristeza,
Porque só assim eu poderei amar-te,
Fazer-te a surpresa da minha companhia,
E dar-te a ti a força e manter o teu lindo brilho,
Em tão poucos dias que tem a nossa eternidade,
Nas voltas todas que deu o mundo sobre nós,
És o centro do mundo minha estrela brilhante,
Não é um acaso é uma certeza bem divina,
Não é coincidência, para nós é evidência,
Darei voltas sempre sobre ti e pela terra,
Porque ela é a família que temos
E aquela que um dia com o teu dar de luz faremos,
Mas eu e a família que é nossa,
Há tua volta com tua luz, viveremos.
Te adoro muito mesmo, Liliana minha estrela!
Autor: António Benigno
Esta é a lógica do que fazemos
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Sinto o meu corpo voar como um passarinho,
Nos teus braços, sinto conforto do nosso ninho!
Os teus olhos, são a alegria do meu caminho,
E quando chego a ti, sinto mesmo o teu carinho!
Sinto-me a planar no ar como uma pena,
A energia que vem de ti, me é tão amena,
O teu perfume cor de energia tão plena,
Teu abraço único é meu, querida Liliana!
Nada é igual a ti, à tua doce presença,
Tua imagem, sempre uma boa lembrança,
Respiro melhor, estes sonhos de criança,
A vida contigo, é agora a melhor aliança!
Sinto-me tão grande no teu aconchego,
Sinto-me vaidoso da tua companhia,
Sinto a tua presença com muita alegria,
Beijo teu, eu vejo e logo de vontade, pego!
Esta noite eu vou deitar-me alucinado,
Descanso sobre a almofada apaixonado,
É tão leve minha consciência, abobadado,
Vénia pela noite a teu ser, por mim amado!
Autor: António Benigno
Código de autor: 2013.07.23.02.08
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
The unspoken entity, that follows me daily. Whether it be upon my back burdening me with its weight heavy in emotions and dark thoughts… or at a distance hidden but felt easily. The darkness… that is the beast’s shadow. While its shadow may weigh heavily upon any who fall prey to its feel, the beast itself is a force to be reckoned with. Those that have fought off the beast know that even being in its presence is the lowest that they have ever found themselves within the depths of their minds. However, those that have only experienced its shadow know that the beast’s shadow is not easily dealt with either. So we must drudge on until we find a moment in which we might escape the beast and it’s shadow all together.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 1:39 PM UTC
Como um quadro pintado em abstrato,
Assim descrevo a paisagem que hoje piso,
Não tenho duvidas, nem temo as certezas,
O melhor do caminho, guardo eu comigo!
Secretamente, abriu-se a porta, pelas mãos suaves,
De um corpo penetrante, dirigido pelo olhar amarrado,
Nas pernas se sentiu o gosto, de um paço apressado,
Rumando certeiramente, a favor daquilo que amava!
Nunca, nunca deixou de ser teu, apenas temeu,
Temeu não ser para ti e se fez homem quando te viu,
Viu-te sorrir profundamente, na primeira vez que chegas-te,
Percebendo logo, que chegou também o amor que procura-te!
E assim que pedras tenha o mar,
Que muita chuva mesmo, caia do ar,
Que os raios de trovão, ecoem pelos ***
E os terramotos, abalem toda a terra!
Mas nunca mais eu quero ver-te distante,
Chamar-te e não me ouvires,
Sorrir e não poder, ser por ti!
Se pude amar-te, que agora, seja sempre!
Autor: António Benigno
Para ti Liliana Patrícia.
Código de autor: 2013.07.20.02.06
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
4 AM and here I am
Still awake
Looking for nowhere
My walls are empty
But my mind are fully
Thinkin in what
I don't give a ****
They are thoughts
And they are enough.
Tonight is cold
And the stars are gold
It makes no sense
What is in my conscience
Body is warm
The clock tic tac
Now it's four and thirty
And I'm thirsty
Not for a drink
But for a dream.
And it still make no sense
What is in my conscience
Or wait,
Maybe I'm not awake.
Now make any sense
This talk with my inconscience.
by Liliana Farinha
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
The serenity of my mind’s eye brings me to the most wondrous place I have ever been. As I step the crevice in the mountainous rock face, it widens, bringing me to a large cavern. I step further into the cavern’s expansive main chamber, I come upon three tunnels…each different and unique in appearance. However, the one that intrigues me the most has a faint glow coming from it. As I step towards the tunnel cautiously, the glow a distinct blue haze. I dare not tarry any longer than necessary, so I pick up my pace to finally come to the end of the long tunnel. My breath catches within my breast as the tunnel opens up into another cavern that seems to go for miles on end. Beneath my feet, I come to realize the feel of something soft yet prickly. I bend down to investigate and to my astonishment find that I am standing on grass. This is no ordinary grass as it is a dark bluish black with a soft faint glow to it. As my eyes adjust further to the new light source, I find that the cavern is filled with plants of the same color and faint glow. All of these plants as far as I can see, are ten times the size as their real life counterparts. My eyes then wander skywards as movement catches my gaze. It is then I notice black vine-like tendrils swaying back and forth within a nonexistent breeze, the very tips of which also glow faintly, brushing up against the plants upon the ground lightly. It’s then that I come to from my venture into the depths of my mind. I sit here not only further at peace with myself, but in awe of the beauty I just witnessed. I also await my next venture within that wondrous world I have discovered.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 4:24 AM UTC
*part 3 of 5
Saturday Night*
The Hunters Moon
The late afternoon sun
draped its golden satin light
To the house-staff, Giles
(our man) seemed uptight
The butler Zamira dutifully
stirring his drink right
The sun dipped behind
the poplar trees standing straight
He orders "A Churchill martini"
trying not to sound irate
Giles watched her stirring
stirring as in a hypnotic state
Zamira presented a chilled
frosted riedel martini glass to him
brimming to the top with
Gilpins Westmorland extra dry gin
The sun slowly sank behind trees
as the drink loosened each limb
"You may both leave, till Tuesday"
He said to Zamira and her twin
Liliana (the cook) and the butler
were often dismissed at his whim
They sped off in their green MG
off to the Slaughtered lamb inn
Giles raised his glass
to the bobbing full hunters moon
Waiting was now over
the others would be here soon
First a pinch of Peruvian
sniffed from a little silver spoon
This night had been planned
in detail for almost a year
One final act of courage
and tenacity he must engineer
All hushed...but for the sound
of large cars drawing near
Four black Jaguars and a white refrigerated van
Crunched over the gravel drive towards (our man)
Giles Bradshaw-Behram stood still.
It had began.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
As I find myself in a state of sorrow, one look from his brown eyes, lifts my spirits greatly. As he nuzzles into my embrace, the smile that plays about my features grows ever more brightly with each moment he continues to show his love. As I lean down to kiss the top of his head, his excitement for my affection and love…begins to show in his being greatly.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
Winter, I long for your embrace
Your icy tendrils of wind beckon me to your cold embrace
How I long to get lost within you
Your white wall of fury closing in upon me
Chilling me, till my heat stops beating as your cold, dead night swallows me whole
Winter, you have swallowed me whole, yet I still feel
Why do you continue to torment and tease my being
Please I beg of thee...
Let your cold, dark wintery death consume me so that i may blink out of this...existance
I know spring is approaching, but do not weaken
You have immobilized me thus far, end the pain...and consume me completely
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC
Liliana,
¿está mal que esté celoso del vaso que toca tus labios lucios? o el sol de la mañana que acaricia tu suave piel?
¿es incorrecto que soy celoso del viento de la tarde que suavemente mueve su pelo sedoso?
Y la música que penitrates tu alma?
Es malo que estoy celoso del espejo que ve y refleja tus ojos como la luz de la luna sobre un mar en calma?
¿está mal que esté celoso de la ropa que abraza tu cuerpo como me gusta hacer? O la música que llena tu alma con pasión?
¿es incorrecto que soy celoso del gatito que le hace sonreír? ¿y la almohada que acuna suavemente tu cabeza mientras sueñas?
¿está mal que estoy celoso de aquellos que pueden escuchar la música encantadora que es su voz? ¿o aquellos que pueden ver la forma en que camina con elegancia como una princesa en una película?
¿es incorrecto que en su ausencia parezco a un barco sin un timón? ¿o que te echo tanto de menos es como un dolor físico?
Si todos estos sentimientos están equivocados nunca voy a ser correcto, porque las palabras en este poema nunca puede ser suficiente para decirte cuánto te amo.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
I look out the window, seeking sweet serenity
closing my eyes as the silence and darkness, seep in around me
Reaching out and wanting your touch
clinging to life, as i crave your love and passion
Can you hear me calling out as I fade into the background
wishing for another chance at this life
I hope your concious stays crystal clear...
...as I bleed out for you
My hearts bleeding as I scream your name
wishing things were better off between us
I hope this was worth it for you...
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:14 PM UTC
Stepping out of the sun and into the shadowy cool water of the river
I feel a soft, gentle pull not only at my feet, but at my back towards the sun
Glancing back briefly at the sun before the river tugs at me, urging me onward
Each step I take, it becomes more cold and dark the further and further I am away from the warth of the sun
The tug of the river becomes too much as I lay down, submitting to its pull
Helpless to its strength as no one is there to pull me up from drowning in the river
I glance back once more hoping that someone will save me
Seeing no one, with my last bit of energy I whisper, "I'm sorry" to an unknown source
I can't breath, I can't fight it...
So I bleed out to numb the pain as the river finally drags me under...claiming my life.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
As I chase a shadow within the night's embrace
I feel the ground tugging at my feet
Looking around and all I see is death surrounding me
The tombstones, they seem to dance around me and mock my existance
I run as fast as my legs will carry me, away from the feel of the night
Roots unearth themselves, tripping and ensnaring me
They pull me down and I scream for assistance and help...but no one answers that call
No sound passes my lips as I am left to fight them off
~Alone again and forevermore~
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 2:23 PM UTC
I feel the darkness slowly creeping in as I cry out for your embrace, but my cries fall on deaf ears. The darkness takes hold… I weep and plead for your attention and affection. Still you turn your cheek and allow the darkness to take hold of me. The sickness that ails me has become my demise as the darkness drags me further into its lair. All I wanted was your embrace, to be held with true want and compassion. Now that you have shunned me so fiercely, I fear this day the darkness has acquired my sanity once more.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Liliana Marks 2011
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 1:25 PM UTC
At nightfall, with headphones and head down. I don’t care what others say, why they smile. I don’t care. Let me go hand in hand with my loneliness (which, perhaps, is as big as theirs), so I am as her we are not interested in the slightest air of happiness that pass we by. Maybe all these joy is even apparent, but until today tiredness prevents me from playing and pretending which I haven’t as they have. There are days when the best we can do is stay in home. And yet there is always something that bothers us…
by Liliana Farinha
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
I ended things with Liliana,
but I don't know
It doesn't hurt,
Nor does it feel any better.
I've been so clustered and terrified of my own problems
I forgot how to feel,
how to be happy, or even sad.
Or was it sad to say our best moments consisted of petty laughs about my ***** leaving your ****** in pain,
or you laughing as you blow me while I drive 60 miles an hour
I really don't know
But we did say those stuff off and on.
You know like...
I love yous with smirks and I miss yous with hours delay of texting after
It's weird...
But I met this girl today
And she made me laugh...
I didn't think about ******* her once.
Surprisingly.
I just loved her smile.
And that simple moment made me feel I've wasted a while or two.
Either that or... I wanted to see you smile.
Like that atleast.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
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Liliana Grbić
AN AMULET FOR MY SON
(FOR SAŠA MILIVOJEV)
(Dedicated to “The Prince of Contemporary Literature of Serbia”, “The Poet of Mystical Flight and Meditation” by his Professor of Literature)
.
Spread your wings my son
Never stop to fly
The world will envy you
Embrace your own Sky
Leave these Skies behind
Before darkness falls
Here, where love is scarce
And you have the force
My love will be shield you from
spells and loneliness
My thoughts will be your trail
Will not let you waste away
Your heart’s unshaken
It beats for what it wants
Don’t let them drag you down
You’re not born to drown
Spread your wings my son
Safe harbour waits for thee
Your soul is fair
Your smile is beauty
A gift of God is a letter
That’s written by your hand
You deserve to take
All good that life can give
They will try to break you
Plain and wretched souls
Retailor destiny and dreams
On that soft palm of yours
To crumble all that is angelic in you
With their wicked thought to dust
Don’t fear
The future calls you,
under the brighter Skies it draws you.
www.sasamilivojev.com
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 7:30 PM UTC
Sometimes I think my body doesn't have a soul anymore.
She is somewhere outside. She left him to be free.
And my body still staying here, getting older on the time watch him passing by.
Sometimes I think my body doesn't have a mind too.
She is somewhere like a soul. But to keep alive the dreams which I already thought, they're gone.
Maybe the problem here is my body. Him is not good enough for them, so they leave him, like people do when they are tired.
Maybe my soul and my mind are tired too, to be there or maybe they are so wild with the need to be free for keeping them alive and healthy.
by Liliana Farinha
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC