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Sunday, 7 December 2014

Oleander

Oleander is my name,

I forgot when I was born

Forgetfulness possesses me
And sadness embrace me
As a loving friend,
I always dress in white-
My chalice is slightly open
For the rain, the wind
And silenced space,
The sound of train
Passing through the valley
I can hear as a song refrain
I`m alone, but loneliness
is joy for me, it raises my senses
my energy is clean, I have all the time
in the world to think, to see,
to listen, understand, the depths of all
until the emptiness of dream covers me.

Hael

Her skin so white
As made of porcelain
She had little freckles
Around her nose,
Her hair was with color
Of red melted cooper,
The only you could see
Her eyes melancholy
In foggy rainy days "

As today she stood alone
Looking from the balcony
Of her little mirrored home,
She felt the hiding storm
Rain drops falling intensely
on her little chrysanthemums
her hands- stretched to touch
the falling water,
but then it came the hailstorm
just in seconds - in the moment
he came in her life to broke it,
A man without a face,
With sunken heart in chest
He called her name , Hael,
What are you doing here??
He was drunk or just so cruel
with face as if of broken clay,
he took her as a doll in arms,
his hands radiating aggression
pain and fight, he was a dark ghost
made of only fire of the hell,
when he slapped her gentle face
he pulled her hair and tore her
clothes…No cream, just a sound
of broken porcelain,
outside it merges with
the sound of thunder
inside with broken soul,
a chrysanthemum, smashed
by the cruelty of hails,
Her eyes silent with emptiness
The sky full of tears and sad,
The man was drunk or maybe crazy
Or maybe he was just sadistic "
The storm of his concrete hands
His heavy Frankenstein corpus
He was already on another side,
No sun was flashing in his sight…
The beast of darkness, full of anger.

In the middle of the darkness
A beam of light shone through
The lovely Hael with reddish hair
Just sighed and fainted "
Little red drops on the canvas
Of her life. Blood spots on
The pure white of her soul.
But the last sun rays
brought her back the hope.

© nina nour
...July 014

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Dragon

The sky was coloured

in dark red, like the

paint of blood,

There was a moon

and cherry clouds

above. I saw him

flying near the ground.

His scarlet red tail

swirling the air around,

Fire streamed from

his mouth,
all forest -burning in flames,

his eyes -attached to me,

without fear, I breathed

hardly, standing alone,

in my scarlet rose dress,

Silently waiting my death,

Silently wishing the rain

to fall from sky

like a saving holly water,

before me fainting...

Red Dragon came closer

to me. His eyes made

from deep fire wells -

I stretched my hands

to touch his hot face,

I was like little tree

from the forest,

in Love burning.

Friday, 21 January 2011

Existence

In the existence of time, breath of time, your fingers, arms, stretching to me...
your fingers touching my face, blindly...slowly..I`m made from special glass, you say,
you never can touch me inside...but you see inside me..you telling me :your thoughts are transparent, your skin is so thin, i can see the clouds in your head, remember Magritte? I can see the milk in you, the life, the tears, i see your body from inside...
can you feel all this space ? it `s so huge, out of the time...
can you feel my injuries, blood, organs, bones...
can u feel my time, creeping slowly from me.
without even words, the silence between our times
is enough
remember the head of the death woman,
my century? death from stones, open eyes
she was death even before...
this woman could be me, this woman Is me
under the stone pile,
some red strips of blood on her head...
is that me? this is decor ,but for real
theater of our actions, just I don`t see
where is the word : H U M A N
out of time

Friday, 22 January 2010

Femina 8

Birds are
letters
in the sky,
angels
read them
and fly
with them-
we are the flock
from sentences,
read us,
reveal us!
****

The pain
as a red
poppy
in the field
over there,
from the wind
from the wind,
from….
blown away…

****

I`m passing
through the night
with desire.
I can`t be apart
from your
shadow
and your gaze,
your glitter
your silence
sink inside me.
I carry you away. *****

I love you
My violet
Shadow
Sea foam Turned into
Mist.

*****

Statue:
Her hands
are from marble,
they bend
from her
shoulders-
full of life
and brave,
cold
and fine
white fingers,
face,
glancing in
light.
You`re standing
right in front
of me
threatening
staring at me-
your marble eyes
sparkle
a woman
of Michelangelo.

****

And you didn`t
Answer me
And looked away
Over there,
You turned your eyes
To the window
To the street
Why me?

Femina 7

Your temple
beyond the hill
in the purple
forest, you are poured
with green flames
quiet
pieces of glasses
slide on your
surface,
that make you
apart
from me.

****

In red mirror
I see your laugh
your voice
is melting
after me.

****

You`re walking
next to me
walking
in silence,
hidden words
in the trees,
in the evening,
in your hair,
you`re walking
and thinking
in silence.

****

And a music
is spilling away
from your body,
looking tired
with always
wandering
eyes,
the emptiness
is not enough
for you-
freedom.

Femina 5

I said good-bye
to her
and flew away
to sough
where
the colorless
corn fields
run eagerly
into my skin
their growing
yellow
stems- I met her
again on
the morning.

I was kissing him
at the twilight
under the trees,
in the forest,
beyond the hill,
turned into
shadows
leaves.

****

June:
the baby
I feel
it`s nestled
deep inside me
tenderly
humbly
moving with
little hands.

****

Dedicate a song
to me-
a song for
a white
for summer
for winter
for the town
for me-
my face.

Femina 4

Music
piano
swiftly fine
fingers
on the keys
in black-
hands.

****

Come closer
and brake up
the glass
of the window.
traces
in winter path,
small footmarks
across the street,
through the
house
up to the
trash
container.

****

I see you,
I don`t know
how you look like,
how you sound,
how you laugh
how you take off
your clothes,
how you sneeze
how you think-
why I`m seeing you?

Femina 3

To P.

you were blown
to me
on the fragrance,
on the thoughts
on desire,
on the grass,
on the cherries,
on the milk,
on the body,
you are swimming
in the air,
carried To me…

*******

Water tank
with water bubbles
the sharp grass
is irritating
my face
bushes with
raspberry
wine
she`s not alone,
her hands
with soft tender
movements
pouring coffee,
pouring warm
water,
pouring milk
concentrated
slowly
without
touching me.

Femina 2

Moment
Silence .......
A bell
I stopped
Outside
Inside bell
You became
Deaf.

A memory
In the roses
At the sea
At the station
Travel
Among the
Sand hills,
Memory
Without
Truth
In one song:
Morning in
Light blue
Morning
Pure as a child

******
For a hundred
Time
I imagine
A kiss
With you…
We are melting
In tensed Pieces.

*****

I don`t know
Who is she-
And how she
Looks like
-in red dress.
Her hair is
Soft and wet?)
I don`t believe,
But I desire
My dream,
Child, sea, forest.

**** I`ll sing a song Loudly Hidden under Your clothes.

Femina1

Silence
I feel loneliness
and cold
and wind
and mist
when
the pears
turn into
blossoms.

****

Go on the
Moon path
And where it
Leads you
Is the Sea.

****
In love :
One, sometimes
Strange
Feeling
To the fortuity,
To the need
To the eyes
In green.

****
Almost tears,
But actually
Laughter
And sadness
Where are you?

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Abstinensia 2

Sутрин-

в розово
като
дете
спиш
свита
на кълбо
в покой.
Вечер-
В синьо
Като
Цветя
Спим
Тъжни
С чашките
Надолу.

и ти си там
сега,
когато аз-
и ти си там,
завита с
одеало,
мъничка
и тъжна...
а аз сънувам
теб.

Безплодна
Градина
Отвъд
Тишината
Рисувам те
В себе си
С кръв.

аз съм дете
на слънцето
на поляната
на твоите
ръце
на тополите
на меланхолията
на екзистенцията
на гълъбите,
събирам в
стъклен съд сълзите си.

Abstinensia

аз те чакам

мислено,
докосвайки
зрънца
от теб.

мислено
те чакам-
аз те чакам
в мислите
от бял
памук,
в тялото
от бяло
бяло
тесто,
в спомените
от синьо,
синьо
небе,
в тишината
от нежно
нежно
поле,
в очите ти
от искрящо
море-

гори гората
в червено
горещо-
дим над
небето
необятно

минути
-мълчание
-невъзможност
-гледам
в пространството
бяло
сама
- празно е.

гласът ти:
спокойна
многоцветна
флейта-
мелодия
зад хълма.

не беше ден,

незнаен час,
безкрайна
нощ,
луни безброй
над нас се лута

-времето-
къде сме
в него,
с тъга
прегръщаме
душите си.

натам
преплувахме
морета, заедно
живяхме,
в щастие и
невъзможност
кога се
случихме-
не се
разделяхме
дори в
съня,
в мечтания
ни сън.
в ръцете ти
морета
топлина,
в очите ти-
въздухът
нощен
и вятър
в раменете-
свобода-
въздух-
дали си
тук още-

* * * * *
ти раздвижи
пространсвото
наоколо-
концентрични
кръгове
във вода-
умората в мен
е невъзможна
без теб,
щастието в мен
е невъзможно
без теб,
божество.