Two Poems - Losing Steps/Emerald Green
LOSING STEPS This is an illusion of time-shrinking With empty time intervals..
..
And I can feel the cosmic pulse of life shrinking in a reverse spiral.
I try to forget myself, I try to dig deeper and deeper into nothingness...
But your lost steps bring me back.
I find myself in your arms, in your bed, inside of you.
It seems to be evening, but no, the immortal mobile horizons Immolate themselves In the hardened surface of the shrinking blob of quartz...
of the sand.
We are trying to rely their shape on our sense of sight, Our sense of sight, that seeing-eye, crept into our vision.
Our mental vision, rooted in our mind, Our physical vision, rooted in our astral nature.
We are trying to make them real, But we understand that the shape can be cropped only inside of us.
We understand that the dream itself is lost, even it is nevertheless our dream, It is lost toward the still hot quartz of the soul, Like an imaginary horizon line of the eye the bird's eye view, Completely off the image..
..
In the offing.
And we let the time to go on...
Because Time is an a priori form of inner sense It makes possible the cognition of objects qua appearances, As our friend Kant said.
EMERALD GREEN Emerald green is the colour of life and of the springtime, Conveying harmony, joie de vivre and most important, love Emerald green retains its lively vigour all the time In all nuances, like those wonderful green eyes that rove.
Sunlight dances across the Gulf of Mexico, a lovely place With emerald green waters and very hot white sand.
Moreover, we see this green in a forest, a darker space, Or we can see it in the green grass in the Spring land, A metallic green body with small yellow sweet stripes And emerald eyes has the Hine's emerald dragonfly.
Nymphs hatch in marshes high in sedge meadows, When sheds its skin and emerges an adult to fly.
A mineral emerald green contains the Romanesque murals.
The old Masters used verdigris for them and copper green To make a deep brown, mixed it with sulfur-containing colors, Such as cadmium yellow, vermilion or blue-ultramarine.
The green we see in December represents the evergreen tree, A symbol of life continuing even in that dark day.
We look to the pins and the rhododendrons and we agree That greenery will return to the world again someday.
The green chosen for the color scheme of Christmas night Is emerald green, that deep, pure, clear green inside That seems to shine with light, in the season of white When there isn't much natural green available outside.
A very ambitious plant is hymenaea courbaril, the tree named Amber It has the most attractive emerald-green heart shaped leaves.
Like Orchid Tree, so pleasing to the eye with their alluring shimmer.
Lycopersicon esculentum has emerald green tomatoes with dark green stripes.
With this emerald green Van Gogh wanted to paint plastic correctly Maybe his eyes saw a special nuance, after cutting his ear He worked alla prima, on to the canvas painting directly From his imagination and from reality, making the image believable.
..
And I can feel the cosmic pulse of life shrinking in a reverse spiral.
I try to forget myself, I try to dig deeper and deeper into nothingness...
But your lost steps bring me back.
I find myself in your arms, in your bed, inside of you.
It seems to be evening, but no, the immortal mobile horizons Immolate themselves In the hardened surface of the shrinking blob of quartz...
of the sand.
We are trying to rely their shape on our sense of sight, Our sense of sight, that seeing-eye, crept into our vision.
Our mental vision, rooted in our mind, Our physical vision, rooted in our astral nature.
We are trying to make them real, But we understand that the shape can be cropped only inside of us.
We understand that the dream itself is lost, even it is nevertheless our dream, It is lost toward the still hot quartz of the soul, Like an imaginary horizon line of the eye the bird's eye view, Completely off the image..
..
In the offing.
And we let the time to go on...
Because Time is an a priori form of inner sense It makes possible the cognition of objects qua appearances, As our friend Kant said.
EMERALD GREEN Emerald green is the colour of life and of the springtime, Conveying harmony, joie de vivre and most important, love Emerald green retains its lively vigour all the time In all nuances, like those wonderful green eyes that rove.
Sunlight dances across the Gulf of Mexico, a lovely place With emerald green waters and very hot white sand.
Moreover, we see this green in a forest, a darker space, Or we can see it in the green grass in the Spring land, A metallic green body with small yellow sweet stripes And emerald eyes has the Hine's emerald dragonfly.
Nymphs hatch in marshes high in sedge meadows, When sheds its skin and emerges an adult to fly.
A mineral emerald green contains the Romanesque murals.
The old Masters used verdigris for them and copper green To make a deep brown, mixed it with sulfur-containing colors, Such as cadmium yellow, vermilion or blue-ultramarine.
The green we see in December represents the evergreen tree, A symbol of life continuing even in that dark day.
We look to the pins and the rhododendrons and we agree That greenery will return to the world again someday.
The green chosen for the color scheme of Christmas night Is emerald green, that deep, pure, clear green inside That seems to shine with light, in the season of white When there isn't much natural green available outside.
A very ambitious plant is hymenaea courbaril, the tree named Amber It has the most attractive emerald-green heart shaped leaves.
Like Orchid Tree, so pleasing to the eye with their alluring shimmer.
Lycopersicon esculentum has emerald green tomatoes with dark green stripes.
With this emerald green Van Gogh wanted to paint plastic correctly Maybe his eyes saw a special nuance, after cutting his ear He worked alla prima, on to the canvas painting directly From his imagination and from reality, making the image believable.
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