A keresés eredménye

Civil war

It's against myself that I fight
I do not have another enemy.
What I think
What I feel
What I say
And what I do
Is what begs for punishment
And disillusions the lance in my arm
 
Absurd alliance
Of child
And of adult.
What I am is an insult
To what I am not
And I combat this visage
That in betrayal invaded me and occupied me
 
Unhappy with insanity and without it,
I beg life for another life, another adventure,
Another uncertain destiny.
I don't give up
Nor am I convinced
And attack within myself the man and the child.
 

A poem

Don't be afraid, listen:
It's a poem
A mixture of prayer and of witchcraft . . .
Without any compromise,
Listen to it attentively,
With a washed heart.
You will be able to decorate it
And pray it
At bedtime,
When getting up,
Or in the residual hours of sadness
In the secure certainty
That it does no evil to you.
And it could even happen that it may give you peace . . .
 

Portrait

My profile is hard like the profile of the world.
Who finds in it the grace of poetry?
Stone carved to summit and suffering,
It is a hostile wall around the orchard.
 
There inside there are fruits, there is freshness, there is what
Makes a poem sweet and desired:
But who passes on the road
Doesn't even dream that from the other side
The landscape of life continues.