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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
New Poem: Savour
by Louis Bertrand Shalako
c2011
All Rights Reserved
Savour the good things in life
You are what you do
Time passes inexorably
Assaporate le buone cose della vita
L'arte è chi siete
Il tempo passa inesorablmente
Sunday, March 27, 2011
New Post: Never Explain.
by Louis Bertrand Shalako
c2011
All Rights Reserved
Never explain yourself.
Please don’t tell me everything I need to know.
Leave me guessing about certain things.
Let me dream, just a little bit.
I have some place real to go.
And there are some things.
Some things I just don’t want to know.
I’m just a little confused.
I have enough to figure it out on my own.
Too much information is no big help.
Jamais expliquer vous-même.
Veuillez ne pas me dire tout ce dont j'ai besoin de savoir.
Laissez-moi deviner certaines choses.
Permettez-moi de rêve, juste un petit peu.
J'ai certaines lieu réel d'aller.
Et il y a certaines choses.
Certaines choses que je ne veux juste de savoir.
Je suis juste un peu confus.
J'ai suffisamment pour elle figure out sur mon propre.
Trop d'informations sont sans grande aide.
c2011
All Rights Reserved
Never explain yourself.
Please don’t tell me everything I need to know.
Leave me guessing about certain things.
Let me dream, just a little bit.
I have some place real to go.
And there are some things.
Some things I just don’t want to know.
I’m just a little confused.
I have enough to figure it out on my own.
Too much information is no big help.
Jamais expliquer vous-même.
Veuillez ne pas me dire tout ce dont j'ai besoin de savoir.
Laissez-moi deviner certaines choses.
Permettez-moi de rêve, juste un petit peu.
J'ai certaines lieu réel d'aller.
Et il y a certaines choses.
Certaines choses que je ne veux juste de savoir.
Je suis juste un peu confus.
J'ai suffisamment pour elle figure out sur mon propre.
Trop d'informations sont sans grande aide.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Ships With Butterfly Wings
A tear falls to the sand
Waves and wind sigh in their passage
Over the sea to a far distant land
Up to the horizon and then a pause
And then he is gone
Heat of the sun never ceased
Gull's plaintive cries without cause
Forlorn hope never stops to sing
Blinking in the glare, she waits
A result must have a cause
When ships with butterfly wings
Beat into the wind on a quest so fine
Lovers torn apart for a time
No one can say the why of these things
The bonds have been released
Each is free to be their own
This is a seed that must have been sown
And no one can say its fate
Sometimes there is no way to win
But only to endure.
When ships with butterfly wings
Beating into the wind
Carry your heart across the ocean
It is all a person can do, sometimes
To wait and to pray, and to mourn.
Friday, March 18, 2011
New Poem.
It is the undiscovered country
Try to remember what it is that you are hiding
This is no place for honest men.
And to ask when time will end
Is a contradiction of your own terms of reference.
c2011 Louis B. Shalako
Try to remember what it is that you are hiding
This is no place for honest men.
And to ask when time will end
Is a contradiction of your own terms of reference.
c2011 Louis B. Shalako
Friday, March 4, 2011
Untitled Digital Pic.
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