Sunday, July 27, 2008

I want you ...

I need you
I want you
Look at me and hear me
Because I am here


You are my moon and moon light too
You are my flower garden and water too
I have come all this way
Eager for you
Without shoes or shawl


I want you to talk
I want you to laugh
I want you to kill all of your worries
I want to love you
To nourish you


Oh sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I will touch you
I, too, have been covered with thorns.



(...)



Molana by Yahya May-2008

Thursday, July 24, 2008

you are ...

you are the sun
you are the sea, green
you are the fog
you are the cloud
I am the dried desert, waiting for the rain

you are the white
you are the shade
you are the color
you are the flower
I am the hand, waiting to touch your face

your are the leaf
you are the tree
you are the dew, in the early morning
I am the air, waiting to surround you

you are the sun
I am the moon
you are the attraction between the moon and the sun
I wait and wait for a total eclipse

You are the air
You are the light
I am the one wanting to be one with you.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

I wish ... ()

I wish I were your mirror
so that you always looked at me.

I wish I were your garment
so that you would always wear me.

I wish I were the water that washes your body.
so that I will surround you.

I wish I were the sun in the sky,
so that I could cover you.

And the band around your breasts,
and the beads around your neck
So that I can be with you.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

eight, seven or eight

I almost went to bed
without remembering
that it is nine o'clock

I pickup my blackberry, searching for a white magnolia in it
or a green ocean
without remembering
that it is nine o'clock

and how i kissed you then, when was it
eight, seven or eight
and you kissed me
shy as though I'd
never been your lover

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Tonight is a long night

Tonight is a long night, it is a sad night, And the music is playing

I can write the saddest
poems tonight.
I love her, sometimes she loved me too.

Tonight is a long night, and I am sitting here longing for her.

On nights like these I
want to held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky, and show her the beautiful white stars

She loved me
sometimes, I am not sure if she loves me always.
Do I love her? how could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest poems tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

It is a long night tonight
I look at the mirror, she was there I know, but not now.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me, she is not in the mirror
Was she there, I am not sure of that, I only have memory of
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her
too much.
Love is brief, forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is
not the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her
tonight.

Pablo Neruda Told by Yahya July-2008

At nine in the evening

At nine in the evening

It was exactly nine in the evening

And the blinking light is not blinking

And the green light does not shine.

At nine in the evening

I go to the porch and with my tired figure touch the stretched skin of night

The blinking relationship light is not blinking

And nobody will invite me to the dance of yellow and white

At nine in the evening

It was exactly nine in the evening

I long for you, I long for your smile, I long for your touch

At nine in the evening

The night has come

The call was not echoed, it was silenced

The garage door did not opened

And my longing for you is echoed in the heat of night

At nine in the evening

It was exactly nine in the evening

And day was gone, perhaps tomorrow the call will come.

Lorca told by Yahya July 2008

Why, must you know what is life

Why, must you know what is life

Why, must you know what is love

Live, Life, Love they are words floating on river of thoughts

What is life?

Perhaps life is seeing a green garden form window of an airplane, flying high

Perhaps life is seeing reflection of lights, white, red form high above,

When you just thought you are all alone

Perhaps life is hearing yes, from the one you want to say yes,

But expecting to hear no

Yellow, green, white

Why I am here, thinking in pain

Why so much pain, when the sky is blue, the sun is shining yellow and the ocean are green

Blue or green, I think green

Why not stop, when you are so high up, leave all behind and melt in the heat of sun

It is just a red leaver

Love

What is love

Perhaps love is a smile when she realizes that the six paper clips can have a meaning,

It is only in how you arrange them,

Perhaps love is life, unknown, unreachable, indescribable

Perhaps love is longing for the one who is not here

Perhaps love is nothing but seeing a light at the end of the dark night

You must know that

Nothing last for ever

No one lives forever, keep that in mind, in love

Our life is not the same, when in love

Our path is not the same long journey as before, the path changes because of love

Love is the journey, of life

Love is the path

Live it

And come closer.



Sephery and Molana Told by Yahya July 2008

Blue, Blue and Green

Blue, Blue, Green

White, Blue, Blue, Green and yellow

I want to say something my love

For we are drifting in different streams of live,

Different paths,

Crossing in the third dimension

Our lives are carried forward,

Our loves might get forgotten

But I hope, I would hope that you will remember the memory of our love

Your life is young

Your path and journey is long

And you will drink a sip from the river of love, now and then at your will

And question the path, and or the journey

You have your life

You are the river that run swift with a song,

not the blank one I gave you

Breaking through all barriers,

Going away from the mountains that made you become a river

I am the mountain, I stand, and cannot move

I am the mountain, building drop by drop the river of love, I stand and cannot move

I am the mountain, I stand, and cannot follow you

I have a memory of you, I stand and cannot move

And waiting for the next rain to bring you back.


Molana told by Yahya July 2008

This is true, my love

This is true, my love

That the reflection of light in your green eyes

Make the clouds in my heart explode, in a blaze

This is true, my love

That your sweet lips are red as blushing bride

This is true, my love

That the tree of paradise, flower within you

With the white flowers, with a yellow shade inside

This is true, my love

That the night sheds drops of dew at your site

This is true, my love

That the morning sun surrounds your site with bright white and yellow lights

This is true, my love

That the touch of your hot breath intoxicates my soul

This is true, my love

That your voice makes the world full of silence to hear your songs

And the universe and life is nothing but dreaming of dancing with you

This is true, my love

This is true, my love ... ()



Molana told by Yahya July 2008