THE
SUNNY
(Poem in the
memory of the spirit of
Paul Eluard)
By C.K.
January 2002
The sun of
the night remembers
A whole
forest of friends
but only
a few with dry roots
on brown
soil without vision
and a
stiff touch.
years
walked on the river
and the
green leaves
are
wearing the purity
of the
eyes of water in the sun
High
flights that forget
in the
snow of bright sun
until the
sight of the green fields
the move
of the pretty
girl
and the
wheel of the land
Will the
invisible city
in the
sweat of the mind
that the
sleep blossomed
shall
become our steps
and the
fingers of the work?
Only the
planet knows!
Blue ships
on the letters of the paper
and the
happiness silent
in the
dance of the lake in the light
in the
heart of the sky
the wing
of the light breath
and the
work of the fingers
.
The smile
of the girl opens the day.
With empty
sky in the mind
and fast
feet on the paved road
I wondered
around
to a
charming island in ink
where I
took off the sorrow in the dreams
and the
sadness in the heavy.
With a bike
on two hours ,
on the
clouds,
rolling
the light of a day
,
without measured
minutes ,
in a
perfect order
of the
unexpected
All the
girls moving
in the
temple of the glance
shaking
their hair as wings
in the
wind of my light
Forgetful
of the constructions
and their blood in the brutal design
with
an ice-cream
in the wholeness of
the infinite
in the
center of the sun
I let the
summer pass.
Grey clouds
with the touch of steel
and the
sky of the tiniest in us
would not
open yet
until years
to walk in the sunshine
of the sea- side
before it
became the simplest
at a
glance
still ,
hidden
from the public
in the
touch of your private love
The lonely
pain from the stars
left
me a stone in the road-side
magnifying the sunshine
of the
happy presence of an old
friend
Great day
of a hope
unexpressed
Bright in
the heart
of the
waters
The foam of bitterness
wont
touch the happy leaves
in the
wind of the sun
for many
years
The dream
of
silent
abundance
and
unlimited
journeys
is at the
end of the fingers,
yet so
impossible
to the
bonds of wildness
In the rain
of the forest
the
precious fire was hidden
in the
light of the vapor
of an
unexhausted memory
and the
trust of a home
Till the day of a true kiss
shall
come again
In the
flowered neck
in the
roots of the light
in the
sea of the body
in the
snow of pure joy
in
the smile of excellence
in the
conscious fire
that
drinks the coldness
of
the road in the sleep
The happy
mirror
that
unfolds the light
of a
feeling the empties
in the
ecstasy of triumph
That you
love me, that I love you
In the
forgetful tree
and the
smile of the grass
in the
warmth of the sea
that sees
me in cool light
I returned
again, one great day
in the shape
of my body
to
remember your
kiss
that
born the precious fire
of
unending peace