AP-OP-CH3-PETALS OF ROSES

 

 

Petals Of Roses


Petals of roses,falling from above,
Right on me;
Breeze of wind,moving the air,
Slowly,
Leads the petals,in a tango dance,
Around me...
The sweet fragrance of the petals,
Floating in the air,sweeping circles,
Kindly now,tease my senses,
Alike sensual's lips,
Of a woman,
Kissing me,intense
And then,continuing her dance...
A smooth tune of jazz,now,heard,
Enchanting my heart and,the mind,
Percieving the little echoes,
Of the notes,
Recieve the admiration of the little birds,
And their thrills of joy,
Fill the air in circles,
Once with the breeze of wind,
Moving the petals...
I hold my left hand in the air,straight forward,
Then,twist it fast,in a half circle drill;
Once with its spinning,i turn my body to the right,
Backward...
I keep my feet steady,on the ground,with the toes inside,
My heels,remain alike the roots of an old tree;
I bend a bit the knees and,once with them,
My shoulders,relaxed and i found Ballance;
The violin sounds,heard on the background,
Get into my ears,in their melancholic way,
I close my eyes and breathe-in and,for a second,
The nature is part of me and i'm part of it;
Through awareness,i find,again,Ballance;
I breathe-out and the piano's notes,
Smoothly,get into the violin's chords;
A feeling of missing someone i get,
And a saxophone sound,alike a horn,arise...
I breathe air and once with it,
My body's filled with qi,
The petals's dance,became my dance,
Their fragrance,sweet,intense...
I feel their life,the energy...
Ah...petals of roses...
My beloved flowers...
I watch them in the left hand,gathered,
Then,i let them fall down in the breath of wind,
I look above,somehow,amazed...
"What a beautifull dance",i say,in a whisper;
I hear a music: tango and jazz...
"What a beautifull world",i say,in my mind,
And continue to watch it,encharmed;
Now,i wrote down on a paper,as reminder,3 words:
Petals
Of
Roses...

@Th3Mirr0r

Petale De Trandafiri


Petale de trandafiri,cazand de sus,
Chiar pe mine;
Briza de vant,miscand aerul,
Incet,
Conduce petalele intr-un dans de tango,
In jurul meu...
Dulcea mireasma a petalelor,
Plutind in aer,intinzand cercuri,
Prietenoasa,acum,imi starneste simturile,
Precum buzele senzuale,
Ale unei femei,
Sarutandu-ma,intens
Iar apoi,continuandu-si dansul...
Imbietoare melodie de jazz,acum,auzita,
Incantandu-mi inima,iar,mintea,
Percepand acele mici ecouri,
Ale notelor,
Primeste admiratia micutelor pasari,
Iar cantecele lor de bucurie,
Umplu aerul in cercuri,
O data cu briza vantului,
Miscand petalele...
Imi tin mana mea stanga in aer,drept inainte,
Apoi,o rasucesc repede,perforand intr-o jumatate de cerc;
O data cu rotrea ei,Imi intorc corpul catre dreapta,
Inapoi...
Imi tin picioarele ferm,pe pamant,cu varfurile in interior,
Calcaiele,raman precum radacinile unui batran copac;
Aplec un pic genunchii si,o data cu ei,
Umerii mei,relaxati si am gasit Echilibru;
Sunetele viorilor,auzite pe fundal,
Ajung in urechile mele,intr-o cale melancolica,
Imi inchid ochii,inspirand,si,pentru o secunda,
Natura este parte din mine si eu sunt parte a ei;
Prin constientizare,gasesc,din nou,Echilibru.
Expir si notele pianului,
Mangaietoare,se suprapun acordurilor viorii;
Un sentiment de dor a cuiva primesc,
Si un sunet de saxofon,ca un claxon,rasare...
Respir aer si o data cu el,
Corpul meu este plin de qi,
Dansul petalelor,deveni dansul meu,
Mireasma lor,dulce,intensa...
Simt viata lor,energia...
Ah...petale de trandafiri...
Iubitele mele flori...
Le privesc in mana mea stanga,adunate,
Apoi,le las sa cada jos,in suflarea vantului,
Ma uit deasupra,oarecum,uimit...
"Ce dans mirific",spun,intr-o soapta;
Aud o muzica:tango si jazz...
"Ce lume minunata",spun,in mintea mea,
Si continui sa o privesc,vrajit;
Acum,scriu pe o foaie de hartie,ca amintire,3 cuvinte:
Petale
De
Trandafiri...

@Th3Mirr0r