Just an illusion

Just an illusion

You're walled up in the silence

After making me believe

That you loved me

And dangled many delights

You preferred to stay with the man

With whom you share your life

And that you do not love enough.

It's your choice.

The nameless woman

The nameless woman

Her heart is too big, so big that often explodes

It is believed a little crazy with his eyes took in the wind

The marks on his wrists tell stories

It seems that haunts every night

The dead streets and cabarets black

You will know his name, you will understand just

For her life is a war, a battle really

She hides under her lace, dreams, desires impossible

His life is anything but easy

She has to the body, the evil indelible

Angie

If you do not love me, tell me,
Daughter of my thoughts senseless
What were you saying in the fatal night?
You said words for making fun of my feelings?
What did say so these tears?

This throat oppressed,
Those sobs and these cries?
Ah! if you only enjoy snatched these tenderness
And these words of honey that bewitch me
You have managed to kill me with love.

Ana Maria

Ana Maria

I love you so, I've loved so much!
I have perceived, a child
Led by my father, who came to visit your mother
And buy a loaf of bread.

You smiled at me, and through your eyes
I melted with joy and gladness
As a poor child,
Who was offered a toy dream

THE BLACK ROSE

THE BLACK ROSE


A black rose, just hatched,
Flowers white in the sun and cold autumn
Crumbling under flowers of different colors,
So beautiful, so brilliant, ...
She chokes and spines strained
Dark realism too pure, too hard,
To the ominous sky and offered, they sharpen ...

A black rose, strange, silent,
Waved toward the sun, petals, soft and dark,
Worthy one day, the next unworthy
Dark petals inevitable, always incredulous,
Above the gray souls, pearls dawn skeptics
Dripping cynical about dark thoughts,
Gaunt and pale, bitter in their lives.

Glamor in the desert

Glamor in the desert

In the middle of the desert in an oasis of Africa;
Drinking tea cool in this magical corner
I wrote notes magic to an unknown woman!
I dreamed recklessly, peace and quiet.

In the illuminated lobby, there was a beautiful woman,
Black eyes glittering like a snake of dunes
she crossed my eyes fixing
His beautiful glance dared, that disturbed me.

The dream and the light

Poem dedicated to my friend Leila Hayavi

The dream and the light

You smile at me from the bottom of a beautiful dream
As one angel speaks to the living.
As scum who dies and is reborn on the strike
Your dress and your white veil floating in the wind.

I am Euglena floating born of chance,
The chained of the destiny absolute and brutal;
I am the one all the appearance unbridled
Pursue without turning off my heart and my soul.

Do not be sad

On this day of Christmas Eve, many are lonely and sad
I have a special thought for them!

This poem is for them! I hope to be able to offer a glimmer of hope
And wish them a happy new year 2013

Do not be sad

When your dreams lead you away

That your steps are guided by tears

Do not run away, listen to the cry

Do not be sad

The sun will come to ask

On your pain everlasting

Of your sighs languid

Of no longer perceive the day

Of your nights, the moon will be your friend

Do not be sad

L'Amour

L'Amour

Il leva la tête et regarda le peuple assemblé…

Le calme s'étendit sur les gens, venus de tous les coins du désert.

Charmés par cette sollicitude, ils se mirent à écouter cette voie sublime, sortie des ténèbres.

Et la voix forte dit :

Quand l'amour vous fait signe, suivez-le.

Bien que ses voies soient dures et rudes.

Et quand ses ailes vous enveloppent, cédez-lui.

Bien que la lame cachée parmi ses plumes puisse vous blesser.

Et quand il vous parle, croyez en lui.

Bien que sa voix puisse briser vos rêves comme le vent du nord dévaste vos jardins.

You are so beautiful

You are so beautiful

In the cold desert and vast of my loneliness

I never stopped calling you,

Shouting your name, so pleasant to my lost soul,

My mind dazed by suffering and misfortune.

In the quiet and the platitude of my life

I have long sought rest and oblivion

With your soul so generous, so tender ...

But you were not there.

My life in a few words ...

My life in a few words ...

My childhood:

I was born in the countryside, on a hill, surrounded by olive, now missing.

At the foot of the hill, a huge salt lake and my beautiful village five kilometers away, in a small valley, always sunny, surrounded by greenery, like an oasis.

I had a wonderful childhood with my parents, who loved me, because I was their only son. With my two sisters, whose, one of them disappeared in 2004.

Far from the war that was raging in this beautiful country, I had a lovely childhood, full of joy and delight, no worries, as few people of my generation knew her.

Then comes adolescence, a great time too, charming and fun. My father left us when I was only 16 years old. It was a severe test for me.

Yemanja, my goddess

In front of the city of Salvador de Bahia,in Brazil, arose as a large rock on the water of the Atlantic Ocean, a small island called Itaparica.

Very old people living there like some time to tell the story strange arrival there long Paolo.

When you live near the sea and it is a fisherman, it is not every day that one brings to fish this all the fishermen in the world you say.

So long time ago, Paolo was a fisherman. Oh, fisherman he had the name, nobody had ever spent so much time at sea to bring so few fish. Ever!

The inhabitants of the island even mocked him. They watched with some sadness as Paolo was poor. Everyone said that the poor boy had really bad luck, a 5 year old child would catch more fish than him, and that ultimately it would be better to change jobs.

One evening, Paolo had lingered at sea.

Apenas uma ilusão

Apenas uma ilusão

A imagem ea palavra me quebrar, agradavelmente coração,

E deixa-me sem palavras, perdido na beleza da ficção.

No silêncio da noite e minha solidão,

Surge, o sonho maravilhoso, enquanto eu estava

A onda de aflição, longe de qualquer esperança.

Um sonho de uma beleza que excede todos os caprichos,

Todas as fantasias se apodera de mim e trance

Alegria, felicidade e prazer.

Você fala e você me vê, posso tocar

E levá-lo em meus braços como eu queria.

Partez Monsieur !

Partez Monsieur !

Violences, crimes, corruption, injustice

Misères  et  déchéance morale…

Voilà, Monsieur, dans quel  état, vous avez

Transformé ma terre, un sol nourri du sang des martyrs

De l’espoir des hommes partis, un matin de novembre

Cueillir le fruit de la liberté et de l’honneur.

Dans la longue nuit-qui pare les rescapés de la guerre et tous ceux qui sont nés après le mirage de la gloire, de son manteau d’infortune-le désespoir avance et grossit tel un monstre horrible et immuable.

L’innocent sacrifié sur l’autel de la folie des grandeurs et du pouvoir, crie sa douleur et son mal, avant de partir dans le néant ; d’autres innocents, par dizaines, affluent sur cette butte de l’infamie, chercher le salut et le repos.

Foarte frumoasa poezie scris de meu foarte dragă prietene Dora România.

că ii multumesc extrem de !!!

In ziua in care m-am iubit cu adevarat

(poem scris de Charlie Chaplin)

In ziua in care m-am iubit cu adevarat,

am inteles ca, in toate imprejurarile, ma aflam la locul potrivit, in momentul potrivit.

Si atunci, am putut sa ma linistesc.

Astazi, stiu ca aceasta se numeste … Stima de sine.

In ziua in care m-am iubit cu adevarat,

am realizat ca nelinistea si suferinta mea emotionala nu erau nimic altceva

decat semnalul ca merg impotriva convingerilor mele.

Astazi, stiu ca aceasta se numeste … Sunt eu insumi.

The Taj Mal or eternal love

The Taj Mal or eternal love

A great love story that resembles a true odyssey actually existed between two people, a prince and a princess, Mongolia. A real legend and lived two beings ... perhaps the only great love story of all time ...This proves that the extreme violence of true love between two humans is possible and not fiction or imagination ...The story is wondrous and attracted many writings and reflections of the world.The magnificent mausoleum, Taj Mahal meaning Palace of the Crown, located in Agra, India, is the symbol of this beautiful connection between two hearts that are loved passionately.It also means greatness and eternity of a noble and authentic distraught.Cases that might look like are, of course, rare nowadays, because the loss of old values ​​and the transformation of our society into communities of consumption, but the example is a dream a lot of people around the world.

an hour to live (Third act:)

an hour to live

if you have not read the earlier acts
click here:http://kamelspace.blogspot.com/search/label/roman

Third act:

'' one who is not unmasked, is always honest''

Suzannah Centlivre.

At the same time, Lottie Lönnrot, Fred's girlfriend, is in Paris to attend a conference on the work of Albert Camus, given by the University of Nanterre, and at the same time to promote his latest book .

She dines with his friend Lucas, photographer and freelance journalist in a fancy restaurant in the French capital.

Bolted the light of the lamp on the table gives Lottie, a face of love. Lucas is dazzled by her beauty and contemplate as flabbergasted, muse endlessly discoursing about his book.

-Gee, Lottie, why did you not deter Fred, to enter the clinic? Plague Lucas in the middle of the meal and interrupting his speech somewhat.

Being with you

Being with you

(An illusion, maybe but not sure)

Now you belong to me ...

I feel that you love me, perhaps more than before.

I come from afar, from behind the snowy mountains.

Behind the vast sea that separated us.

I feel good in the warmth of your arms,

In the cocoon of our love,

In your beautiful country,

In the world we share.

Your eyes are beautiful when they turn me on

With their amazing light and I remain silent

A tone burst, your idealism and your sweetness.

My heart pounding and my soul back.

Red and white

For do not forget the evil that can make a woman

In the divine color of red and white

I'm numb, an autumn evening ...

Forgetting my past and my past turmoil

Up my name ...

I got lost in the fever of your soul.

Your eyes were the source of my resources

And I liked to describe you my way

The way my heart beat for you.

Your mind obsessed me, and your words cradled me

In a romance sweet and cuddly.

The phenomenon of prostitution in Sweden

The phenomenon of prostitution in Sweden
In 1999, when Sweden decided to ban prostitution, Lise Tamm can not help but feel a slight perplexity. "I thought prostitution would survive in hiding, said the deputy head of the prosecutor in Stockholm. Situation could get worse for girls." Twelve years later, Lise Tamm became a fervent spokesman for the Swedish model. "Prostitution has declined significantly and this is a good thing. Gender, it must be mutual. If your wife does not want you, divorce or expect. You do not buy the body of a Russian girl who living in poverty. "