confessing why I like spring

the poem for you Magdalene-Sophie...

...there is a bottle of vine on my table; the music I listen is the music you should listen to. The sky is clear, the temperature around 15 degrees Celsius, my fingers are running to ketch up the mind the words that overrun my feeling but this poem is only for you my unknown cherry...

I know you would not come,
But like a bird in my hands you jump up and down..
I share this night again with stars,
and make you the owner of my trown..

I don t know how to run away from the dream
I don t know if someone could loving you like I do,
Like a summernightdream you confess,
even if we don t know us, it s truth!

This night neither would nor hurt so much, so elusive hurt
if someone would loves me like I loves you!!!

I know you will not come,
I know tonight you could feel the smell of strawberries,
I know you will not come,
I know this dream will never end, it s done...

And there is much more than this I know... It s just like the poetry from Halil Dzubran (also translate in English) the blue fire. the man from Istanbul spending his whole life in New York...I even don t know where you are from, but tonight and only tonight this love song is for you, from me to you my unknown love, my only one, my Magdalene - Sophie!

I don t care that you are not the moon,
not the white swan,
not the person on my right site...
and my bed is much bigger without someone on my right...

So empty, deep felling alone,
It feels so much, but never like home, because home...
is there where you are, where you will bee!

my white swan, ma Christmas tree, where should it be?? ?where? All water follows tonight only you, and one day - when I will not bee, one day I am gone, everything is done, one day, maybe you will write a poem for me, the little fish that even without knowing you, just say it s truth and babe someone out there is loving you!!!

This poem is from this moment the ownership and propierty of the person calling her Magdalene-Sophie! All Right reserved 2006 to Magdalene - Sophie

Dzenan Sehic

Blue proem at the end of the caravan

" The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre"
*Doors 1967

The time to hesitate just passed by
No time of love stands behind,
Try now and become my,
And our love will stop exist just in my mind...

Can You see?
Close your eyes, what s in your imagination?
It s only me
It s not such a funeral deviation.

So take the risk of our life,
There is much more sensuousness

We could be five,

I guess.

In a despaired land, with a stranger on your side? What s in your mind, is it luck? what you find? Do you search, what will you see, passing the gate of the heavens church, is there, somewhere, somehow a picture of me, Is it truth - It s me what you see, babe when you close those beautiful eyes, rock crystals, the blue proem at the end of the song - It s just you who belong to me, It s just me who belongs to you, It is the end? the end of despaired land, take my hand and follow the caravan to the end, I will lead you out from the death land, just take my hand, because I give you my hand and my whole life, too..

Take a ride with the wind,
take a swim in the cold blue sea,
Close your eyes and what will you see,

It s just me.

The dark and me

Me and the dark will come together to your lips, to your sweet, Spanish lips, the dark-red Spanish cherry lips, it will be me and the dark together, and we will stay forever, we will not go, never, but you will be like ever, just neck with the head, look by side and say:” however!"

I will throw behind my shoulder my old coat,
Outside there is no rain, in the bar I am drinking, alone,
Only passenger, just one missed train.

When I light two cigarettes instead of one,
unknown woman will ask to sit next to me,
Is it important who was wrong, when you are gone..
That s also faith - or it can be.

I know all my little faults, that I because of you make ever and ever, will it be like this forever? Nothing is bringing you back; far away I let my heart for all time long at your place, to wake up neat you, somewhere in the not real world, somewhere, not by me. All harbors in this world are my home, from one point to other I am sailing, walking, flying just to find what I have loose long time ago, and on my way I break one by one more hearts than a man have ever done. In hope to tape up my broken heart!