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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

NEVER WALLS, WINDOWS ALWAYS!

ventana murano




Is it possible to exchange words with bricks? Is it possible to imagine a world without walls, with only windows?
The obstinate man's vision to build spaces for human activities, causing an inordinate ambition and tenacity to raze the green of nature and replace it with buildings as solid as rock, is an old history.
I believe that human life should flow like blood in our veins, like the wind in the mountains, as the free flight of the birds.
At least I try it! The worst that can happen is to sleep one night outside, but dreaming of a freer world.


NEVER WALLS, WINDOWS ALWAYS!

Never walls, windows always!
Do not try saving shadows if you can save suns.
If space is an abstract space,
and man is consequence of himself,
it is like dividing world
in a broken puzzle of thousand pieces.

Never walls, windows always!
Every brick is like a chain
tying hands and pushing minds
to an disordered chaos
... and unpredictable sound of the silence.

Never walls, windows always!
All you need is writing poems
instead of building bridges.

Debrah Riddleton 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

VOLCANO


Recently, National Geographic publishes a great photograph: A volcano in activity of eruption.
Immediately, a great sensation invades me by entire. The Nature has diverse ways for showing us its power, this through magnificent manifestations.
Whatever, this time my heart conducts me to believe that power of time is only one thing: The life is an image it´s coming of one past, unique and intransmutable.
I believe in the strength of that voice enclosed in the earth, like an advertence, like an hymn, like a song awakening in dawn.


VOLCANO

In the roar of your stones on fire
lies a cry that looked at the moons of the arcane
caught voice of a warrior who passes
as a traveler in a time that has never forgotten.

The fury of fire vents painted red
It makes us vibrate in unison with the wind
that brings your golden plumage
waking up to birds, rivers, skies,
painting the horizon of the future
recalling that we are only,
new sandstones of ashes of the past.

Debrah Riddleton