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Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses -
Rapid! That will do!
Put me in on the firmest side -
So I shall never fall -
For we must ride to the Judgment -
And it's partly, down Hill -
But never I mind the steepest -
And never I mind the Sea -
Held fast in Everlasting Race -
By my own Choice, and Thee -
Goodbye to the Life I used to live -
And the World I used to know -
And kiss the Hills, for me, just once -
Now - I am ready to go!
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    Posted by: Maresa Schembri
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    The bull does not know you, nor the fig tree,
    nor the horses, nor the ants in your own house.
    The child and the afternoon do not know you
    because you have died for ever.
    The back of the stone does not know you,
    nor the black stain in which you crumble.
    Your silent memory does not know you
    because you have died for ever.
    The autumn will come with small white snails,
    misty grapes and with clustered hills,
    but no one will look into your eyes
    because you have died for ever.
    Because you have died for ever,
    like all the death of the Earth,
    like all the dead who are forgotten
    in a heap of lifeless dogs.
    Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you.
    For posterity I sing of your profile and grace.
    Of the signal maturity of your understanding.
    Of your appetite for death and the taste of its mouth.
    Of the sadness of your once valient gaiety.
    It will be a long time, if ever, before there is born
    an Andalusian so true, so rich in adventure.
    I sing of his elegance with words that groan,
    and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.
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      Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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      He ate and drank the precious Words -
      His Spirit grew robust -
      He knew no more that he was poor,
      Nor that his frame was Dust -
      He danced along the dingy Days
      And this Bequest of Wings
      Was but a Book - What Liberty
      A loosened Spirit brings.
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        Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
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        Demons and Wonders
        Winds and Tides
        Yet in the distance the sea has withdrawn
        Demons and Wonders
        Winds and Tides
        And you
        Like a seaweed the wind gently caresses
        In the sands of your bed you're
        moving dreaming
        Demons and Wonders
        Winds and Tides
        Yet in the distance the sea has withdrawn
        But in your half-opened eyes
        Two small waves staid
        Demons and Wonders
        Winds and Tides
        Two small waves to drown myself.
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