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