Scrawl of words and colors

Scrawl of words and colors

Scrawl of words and colors

The colors swirl

Forming a lot of shapes

Full and incomplete forms.

And letters come out of the forms

And connect to whole words

And a song comes out and goes out of a scribble

And it's all nonsense.

19.9.06

Improve of my translation

Improve of my translation

I am now improving my translation of the article

God is very good

Once a month I will update its digital file ( At the end of the month)

And finally in the blog

A small flower on the side of a sidewalk

A small flower on the side of a sidewalk

A small flower at the side of  pavement

Next to the stone wal itl grew.

 finds Moisture from a hole in the wall

And he grows up and give out his flowers.

Its leaves are green and its stem is reddish

Its flowers are pink and oval.

Delicate flowers, small flowers

Beautiful as a diamond giant.

And next to him grow some weeds

Thus they grow up in a group.

And all at the end of the black sidewalk

A tight tar that the municipality had shed.

15/9/06

face

face

Each one has his own face:

One has nice face

And the other has agly face.

The third has happy face

And the fourth is sad.

Each one  has his own face.

But where is mine?

15.11.05

A small cactus

A small cactus its flowering is wonderful

A small cactus its  flowering is wonderful

Yellow flowers stand out on the porch.

It has long fleshy flesh

With dark reddish thorns.

Open like a little fan

It arms are a bit red.

It grows flowers once a year

Merry the heart and the soul.

20.8.06

Not everything is written about

Not everything is written about

Not everything is written about

Sometimes it is only drawn.

Not everything is painted

Sometimes it is just writen.

And I write and scribble

alot of Nonsense

Sometimes only with pencils

And sometimes adds colors.

And so the time passes

And I wait and hope.

Waiting for the day to come

And the bad nightmare will not be.

26.7.06

What a strange young man

What a strange young man

What a strange young man

The world is a little cruel.

A little sloppy in his clothes

And his clothes are a little big.

That's how it goes in the street

Looking for here and there.

He does not know why

He does  not know how-

Just know it is cruel

He knows that very well.

19.7.06

The translation of "God is very good" to English is end, already

God is very Good

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When the bulls fight

When the bulls fight

When the bulls fight, the earth shakes.

When the bulls fight, the grass was trampled.

And we are the grasses in the field

And the bulls are big, very big.

Wait,they will rest, they will get tired

Then our stature is lifted again.

16.7.06 (15-1-09)

Many olive trees in the neighborhood were planted

Many olive trees in the neighborhood were planted

Many olive trees in the neighborhood were planted

The residents of the neighborhood love peace.

And many years ago they planted

Beautify the neighborhood.

And I, too, wish for peace

For true peace, for a just peace.

And for many years I wish

Peace be in our country.

And justice will be done to our people:

It Will live peacefully in his country.

It will live and build his house.

9.6.06

A yellow flower grows at the entrance

A yellow flower grows at the entrance

A yellow flower grows at the entrance

Wild plant,free plant.

Bending his body toward the light

The sun shines On its Leaves.

It is green, its flowers yellow

Makes beutiful the house and refreshed it.

Its bloom is long and oily

Green and refreshing color.

Passersby will look with a smile

Lest it be taken by a wicked hand.

22/6/06

The Chita

The Chita

  In The afternoon sun

The air is a bit cooler.

The light is On the flowers

View, quiet and peaceful.

The green grass glitters

In the serenity of the plains.

And Chita sets off

To a race for prey

It can not, It do not know as its prey

 To Eat grass.

And a great, quick run

Its precise muscles are correlated

Run as lightning speed

Toward the poor, weak prey.

And that's the poor, the weak

With all its might it ran

Its The running of his life.

8.6.06

The Jaguar

The jaguar

 The Jaguar lurks to prey

From the tree branch it looks.

It eyes are blazing

Ready for a huge leap.

The view below is quiet;

Flowers, plants, and greenery.

And it's yellow, black

It is a killing machine.

Its fingernails are well directed

And gives a giant leap.

It do not know, / can not

To eat as its prey  vegetables.

8.6.06