Portraits , A Collection Of Portraits About My Cared Ones, From A To Z

Portraits , a collection of portraits about my cared ones, from A to Z

A

She gave me the idea of writing this 

The A has russian blood  

And is free like a brook 

She told me "in life, I smile" 

She wears dreadlocks 

In her long and brown hair 

When she doesn't meditate in japanese gardens

She goes in the street and plays hang 

For strangers or for lovers 

And she spreads dreamcatchers  

Like shields against nightmares

“When I say be creative, I don’t mean that you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem.”

— Osho

The face of the big Oak

Draws a peaceful smile

In the surface of the wood

His leaves like hair , ondulate under the wind

When the storm rage and the drops

Flow on his skin,

His roots reap the precious drink

Here the birds are resting in their nest

Lichen surrounds him like a dress

And squirrels dance in arabesque

And century after century

Continues

The same ceremony

"All the letters I can write

Are not fair as this

Syllables of velvet

Sentences of plush

Depth of ruby undrained

Hid, lip, for thee

Play it were a humming bird

And just sipped me"

Emily Dickinson

this is basically what coming out is