Tuesday, August 29, 2006

A Kiss

One wave falling forward meets another wave falling
forward. Well-water,
hand-hauled, mineral, cool, could be
a kiss, or pastures
fiery green after rain, before
the grazers. The kiss -- like a shoal of fish whipped
one way, another way, like the fever dreams
of a million monkeys -- the kiss
carry me -- closer than your carotid artery -- to you

- Thomas Lux -

kiss

kiss
© luisa brehm

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Song

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.
No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.
The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--

yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.

- Allen Ginsberg -

Saturday, August 26, 2006

sing for me !!!

sing for me
© luisa brehm

my bird of paradise doesn’t sing anymore
fallen on the road 8 years ago .....
it seems time heals but no, time just masks this hurt

with a bloody scar right inside the heart .....
you taught me life is struggle and i survived

though life will never be the same without you .....
there is no words to tell how much
i miss you, Mom !!!

Thursday, August 24, 2006

One White Tree

Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three.
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.

- J. R. R. Tolkien -

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

breathe

breathe
© luisa brehm
Extinguish thou my eyes:I still can see Thee,
deprive my ears of sound:I still can hear Thee,
and without feet I still can come to Thee,
and without voice I still can call to Thee.

Sever my arms from me, I still will hold Thee
with all my heart as with a single hand,
arrest my heart, my brain will keep on beating,
and should thy fire at last my brain consume,
the flowing of my blood will carry Thee.

- Rainer Maria Rilke -

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Monday, August 21, 2006

1=2

1=
© luisa brehm

match, yes ???
i said: from one i make two .....
and i did ;-)))))

for IF, one of my twins' butterflies .....

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Now Close the Windows

Now close the windows and hush all the fields:
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
I will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.

- Robert Frost -

Saturday, August 19, 2006

ya basta !!!

basta

a kind of nostalgia today, may be because i’m just tired .....
so, looking my anger and revolt crying in despair,
i close the whole evil of the world

forever and always into this window .....
and after i close the door, no ???


© luisa brehm
cry your dreams
child,
cry silent your screams
as
still again,
those masters of war
face our souls
and try to ignore.
the broken tears
lying
shattered still,
across graveyards
too full.

our children
there they lie,
lost to reason
lost to sky
fatherless children
asking
still asking why?

do we bleed
our eyes blind,
dreaming
chanting still,
for peace
for reason
for a season
of belief in more.

- jude

- W. Jude Aher -

Friday, August 18, 2006

share

Kris Kristofferson
'In the News'

listen see and share .....

hangedreams

hangedreams

almost all kids cannot dream anymore !!!

not a good photo though but i like the message in it .....
i really don't know if i'm in or out .....
if i'm in i am a dreamcatcher
if out i'm lost .....

© luisa brehm

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Playthings

Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust,
playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"

Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver. With whatever you find you create your glad games,
I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.

- Rabindranath Tagore -

moon, play with me !!!

moon, play with me !!!
© luisa brehm

nooo ??? neither a little lick ??? i bite you !!!

well, i never sent to IF Toni the cat
so, i guess it's time ;-)))))
there is a time for everything, anyway
and this is the time to play .....

Monday, August 14, 2006

Near the Wall of a House

Near the wall of a house painted
to look like stone,
I saw visions of God.

A sleepless night that gives others a headache
gave me flowers
opening beautifully inside my brain.

And he who was lost like a dog
will be found like a human being
and brought back home again.

Love is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the corridor
that has no end.

- Yehuda Amichai -

Sunday, August 13, 2006

alive

mummified
alive

i like to look deeply into the walls
it’s more a need a kind of inquietude .....
i look once again and, from the decay peeling paint hole stone,
i see faces and people tears and smiles ..... and some secrets too .....
may be this is the place where my spirits come

now and then to watch me and touch my heart with their hands
whispering i love you .....
the walls are alive, don’t know why but it’s true !!!


© luisa brehm
A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky

A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden dream --
Life, what is it but a dream?

- Lewis Carroll -

Saturday, August 12, 2006

look, Baby ... a butterfly !!!

august 12
© luisa brehm

from Diary of Lulu .....

Friday, August 11, 2006

I am the fiery life of the Divine essence:
I flame above the beauty of the fields;
I shine in the waters;
I burn in the sun, the moon, and the stars.
And, with the airy wind, I quicken all things vitally
by an unseen, all-sustaining life.
For the air is alive in the verdure and the flowers;
the waters flow as if they lived;
the sun too lives in its light;
and when the moon wanes it is rekindled
by the light of the sun, as if it lived anew.
Even the stars glisten in their light as if alive.

- Hildegard von Bingen -
1098-1179

dreamflies

dreamfly
flydream
© luisa brehm

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

War Crimes Act Changes Would Reduce Threat Of Prosecution
Check out this article from The Washington Post
A Song In Time of Depression

Now all my singing Dreams are gone,
But none knows where they have fled
Nor by what trails they have left me.

Return, O Dreams of my heart,
And sing in the Summer twilight,
By the creek and the almond thicket
And the field that is bordered with lupins!

Now is my refuge to seek
In the hollow of friendly shoulders,
Since the singing is stopped in my pulse
And the earth and the sky refuse me;
Now must I hold by the eyes of a friend
When the high white stars are unfriendly.

Over-sweet is the refuge for trusting;
Return and sing, O my Dreams,
In the dewy and palpitant pastures,
Till the love of living awakes
And the strength of the hills to uphold me.

- Paiute -

Monday, August 07, 2006

break the walls

break the walls
© luisa brehm
for IF

break the walls !!!
set all prisoners Free !!!

Sunday, August 06, 2006

the hills
like poets put on
purple thought against
the

magnificent clamor of
day
tortured
in gold, which presently

crumpled
collapses
exhaling a red soul into the dark

so
duneyed master
enter
the sweet gates

of my heart
and
take
the rose,

which perfect
is
with killing hands

- E. E. Cummings -

Saturday, August 05, 2006

inout

inout
© luisa brehm

Alentejo, grandfather' land of skies and dreams .....
in the hills all golden and arid like deserts of the soul
fly all over me crickets and fireflies .....
in this land there is no time, it stopped by .....
and,
in silence,
the revolution !!!

off

i'm off all day ..... i need urgently some inspiration ;-)))))))))))
how can i think with this heat or even draw ???
i'm still melting .....
help me ??? kiss kiss ??? just a little hug ??? nooo ???
i pout ;-((((((((((((((((

Friday, August 04, 2006

toni in love

toni in love
© luisa brehm

Thursday, August 03, 2006

silent scars

aching
silent scars
© luisa brehm

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.

- William Wordsworth -
from Tintern Abbey, 1798

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

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crescent Rhea occults crescent Saturn

i cannot stop looking the simplicity of universe ..... this is holy !!!
from APOD, sure .....
What I know in my bones is that I forgot
to take time to remember what I know.
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.
Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves,
the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.

- Terry Tempest Williams -