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Saturday, November 12, 2016

Sixty life's!!!

Sixty as a mix,
Of hallo and goodbye.
Of welcome and see you soon.
here or at the moon.
In cielo most probably, ...
But in Italian ciao.
Any how, somewhere where
the sun always shine.
And the dark is a glass you put on
when it you most apprise.
Live and die.
Come and go.
For sixty is a mix
Of hallo and goodbye.
What we usually
and learned
to call LIFE.

(Amsterdam, 03-10-2014)

Friday, November 11, 2016

Gedicht - Poetry

Sterren in de tuin

Witte reigers
Vliegen over het dak
Dat zijn regels
Geen uitzondering
Met hun hemelse bekken
Zingen de mussen
Opzoek naar een onderdak
Leven en niet uitsterven
Achter in de tuin
Bloeien de sterren
Tussen schijn en werkelijkheid
Wachtend op de warme zomertijd

(Raymundo Prett, Cachoeiro de Itapemirim 11-2008)


Broken mirror

I´ve been to many places
I´ve spoken to many people
But the most i´ve seen
Was that inside of me.

Looking to one place
Finding other things
Searching for a new way
Meeting myself in front of a broken mirror.

Where to go?
What to find?
What to look for?
Nothing but peaces of a broken mirror.
(RP, Cachoeiro de Itapemirim, 11th January 2009)