That cat
Now l remember
It was jumping with merry
While it was a baby
From here, to there
In the garden.
It would look to window
With wondered eyes and
With a thin voice:
Miaow, miaov...
My mother would feeding it
A few months before.
She would interest just with cats.
Other times she does not talk much
As if, she was living.
behind of invisible glass. .
In any kind,
I could not dare her to touch.
She as if would hate from every body
Why, l dont know.
It was a baby
A small, sweet taby.
How ever,
Strangely, now l remember.
I never seen that cat
One more.
After from that night.
Where is it now
Just God knows.
Yet in my ear
Those miaovs...
I will miss her
And that
Tabby
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P O L A R S
Alones, exiles, lives in a glacier country.
In the ice age.
With horror they watch the players
behind of the stage.
For this they were sent to exile
Beyond of life, in thousands mile.
For, they were not joining to play.
In a glacier country
Sighed for a warm, smiling sunny day.
They said: Here is the kingdom of the words
In the north.
In polars, sun doesn't heat
for not to ruin the building that
made in from ice of the thought.
There is ever days,
with a mat sun,
Wishful
and long.
There is no night.
There is neither suffering
Nor delight, how long.
Any more their tongues silent
speeches are strange.
Are they glad
from their base?
Such their faces fade...
At once,
How something was that laugh?
They have dream faraway somewhere
Sunny, a bit funny
A country that now quite far
for to go.
Even if one try
The lifetime, does it enough?
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ABOUT BEAUTY
Nice a body, a double, white, smooth legs
If they will enter under the ground
finally,
What's have means of the beauty?
Behind left just
Cold, hard bones,
Was leaved by tricky meats, that
at once fleshly, you liked one's.
If they will leak
To soil,
Nice
A double eyes,
A charming lips
If it doesn't tell,
. any word nice
Else from curse,
Doesn't turn your great life to hell?
Under of nice, silky, blonde hairs
If no there a thinking brain
Would you love her, again?
If she doesn't touch to your skin
With tender and keen;
And after many years;
Even with white hairs and face;
hollow checks ,
If she doesn't love you still
about suffering
without fears.
What's have means of the beauty?
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IN THE SEA COAST
I can hear
It whispering in my ear.
The words that unclear,
The song of the wind.
Merry but sorrowful.
Inside a peace
My eyes at
blue horizon
that
hopeful.
Front, move full sea
White feathers
kidding with costs,
One forward, one back.
I cant think
Any thing
in my mind
Just that blue blank.
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SCREAM
Life, starts with a scream...
Two doctors were tripping in the corridors.
One, with timid and shocked eyes
Was speaking to other one:
Interesting baby, when it born did not scream,
did not cry.
Its voice wasn't heard,
looked to abroad.
Moreover, it was hard,
Her screams were heard from every side
Like half hour.
(Twisted his lips,l looking on dark parked floor;)
I can't find, to say any word.
I was seeing first time such a birth.
It fixed any point, it's large, light blue eyes .
Other asked with wonder:
Never?
Did not it cry?
-No.
-interesting. Normally , all babies cries...
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Somewhere, that faraway
On a slope, on the left side of green way
that covered with brushwood.
Silent, just full with birds voices.
In a summer resort
One Woman was living with her baby.
She had divorced, but
She was happy again
in this yellow villa
looking to cross mountain.
It was giving sorrow a bit
to spirit
but such magnificent.
She looked smiling
her baby" how mu
ch looking innocent"
Many years after
since the talking of the doctors.
that blue eyed baby
grows, happens,
known by everyone calm, silent a kid.
Just in his childhood
Joker and merry a bit.
But in his school he was not successful.
extreme goes, some days
Was going to play clubs with friends
as truant.
Mother was thinking so
he was in the school.
Until he calls the mother
to talk schoolmaster...
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I don't know, have you information
About your son , actually good, silent someone
but, unfortunately
some days he is going to
play clubs instead of class.
If you talk with him
you had better.
The first wrongness had so started.
His closest friend was a bit snob
What if he says, he would do it.
Like his mother was.
So so, days pass.
One day, his mother had prepared
for nutrition break in school,
a few sandwiches that delicious.
Son, got them, like he will eat
but afterward he was hiding them
behind of the cupboard.
He never had brought those sandwiches to school
he shapes from his friends
he should seen toward his friends, cool.
And one day mother sees sandwiches
behind of cupboard.
while she was making cleaning the house,
he never ate them that
She had prepared with carefully.
She asked him, what's these?
Son, never said anything, just
was looking to sandwiches
that decayed already.
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Mother got angry,
and takes his ear, so that
Why you did not say anything
that you was not eating
just you should say the true,
Now how can l trust you?
After from that day, son got more silent
But inside a flame that more and more
getting violent.
Everybody who knows him
"Quite calm, good somebody,
But much silent, how can l say,
Like he had no any aim.
Before he was sulky toward his mother
then, to friends.
He wasn't going with they to cinema or any fun
More an more he was getting silent,
mysterious someone.
When she looked her sun
She was worry, get questions was
waiting answer less
mostly, with time,
he had turned pretty well, never talking someone.
With time, he was an adult
to work now necessary.
But no, he was depressed for work
Where he goes.
As if he was carrier of a big stress.
People was afraid from this silent guy.
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Years passed so.
Mother, was living a secret illness how long
Never talked about it,
her son
that she loves like her spirit.
And one day, toward to morning
She had closed her eye.
: On her face, tripping a shadow ,
like,
half hope , never became true.
Or she was waiting,
never wouldn't come one day, someone.
Slowly he climbed the stairs
Like ever he was
His face frozen, ringed the bell.
Silent!
Again tried, again silent.
This time , he took his key.
In his eyes, violent statement
he thought,
his mother was not opening he door.
Many fiction in his mind,
Was there stranger someone inside?
Anyway,
With a boredom he thought
for to escape from her
Must be one way,
and with anger turned the key.
When he aware the long silence in the room
he began to worry.
Because, her Shoes that ever
she wear, were in house.
Mother, mother?
She comes finally from other rooms however.
But, that ominous silence was going on.
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This strange silence like
a visible hand that strong
Was beating his soul.
When he go into her room
Saw the bitter true.
In his ear, still that bitter
behind left from days of school.
Now, could he be cool.
Now, mother was in bed such silent
His all storm that tripping in his soul
now, like silent, calm sea coast.
That somebody that, in bed,
the single relative, single blood from past.
She won't talk any more.
Her looks on the ceiling, with open eyes
like someone waiting.
His eyes, now tearful.
After a few seconds
Now he was aware of true much more.
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With tearful eyes,
Screamed:
-Nooo!
And tears began leak down unconsciously.
Scream was heard, in apartment from each floor.
He liked to dead body hug
Now, could be?
On the wall, he saw a black, climbing bug,
as if it had waited long time,
hiding somewhere
and now it was taking out.
As if it had seen the death, openly
and, trying to escape from it.
it was somewhere in the room.
He had shocked himself,
to this dispersed attention.
So, life was going on still...
He sensed inside slightly a will ...
He had screamed first time
When his mother died..
After he lose his mother
he had turned to normal case.
The late but coming finally a
tired peace on his face.
From to be ever silent.
Yes,
When his mother died
He had raised again,
he had lived until now like in a dream
he was born again with a late scream.
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