יום שבת, 30 בדצמבר 2017

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

יום שלישי, 26 בדצמבר 2017

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

יום שבת, 23 בדצמבר 2017

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

יום שלישי, 19 בדצמבר 2017

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

יום שבת, 16 בדצמבר 2017

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



יום שבת, 9 בדצמבר 2017

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


יום שני, 4 בדצמבר 2017

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

יום שישי, 1 בדצמבר 2017

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