Trickeries |
Gentile lioness
With hidden curls in your ears
and travelled green eyes,
your journey I felt.
Skin is tender in your giving
So sunny is your belief.
Floors and flowers are spreading
Strawberries pi... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 03:37:00 PST |
Memorias no bolso |
A muralha estende-se.
O sal sinto-o nas pontas dos dedos. Procuro o que ja comeu.
Ai...o sal desta agua, ...a agua deste rio, ...o rio desta margem de cá!
Ha um homem que passa.
Outro corpo fascin... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 10:18:00 PST |
Gestures are alive - London |
I seat with hands open with the past and i rest the memories and the sensations about the people that i met. (...) No particular devotion to any i met in particular: me being there wa... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 03:06:00 PST |
~ Meu Xaliah ~ |
Xaila-me sal,
Xaila-me,
mmmm...
Xaile: abranda-me!
Brazao-xaile,
Da roda nao sais
Xaile meu,
meu xaliah...... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 02:01:00 PST |
the matters that seem questions to me |
What matters in colour?
What matters in a new home?
What matters in seating and resting?
What matters in arriving and saying your name?
What matters in finding?
What matters in staying?
... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:41:00 PST |
My ems |
Waters run in me for
Celestina Magali Mena Florinda
as My mother-Helens:
Hard Makers of work, of love-milk.
In Their usage of their bodies I feel Alive.
Poetry erupts in my breasts
for your ... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 11:10:00 PST |
answering back |
not ony me... but a writer that plays, a photographer that listens, a befriender, a learner while teaching. A lover of hands and a silent quite singer.
Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 02:45:00 PST |
Poesia Sufi |
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.Speech is born out of longing,True description from the real taste.The one who tastes, knows;the one who explains, lies.How can you describe the true fo... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 02:17:00 PST |
Permanent Request |
Take my hand,the transcendence I will be aware,the colours of me,eyes in eyes.Take time and look: hands touching new again...we are never the same.I am not me never again.Embrace - we are - never the ... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 03:42:00 PST |
saudades do grande amor |
Da escuridao e das entranhas, dos circulos a arder, dos sinais, das caras-mascaras sem metades-de-metades, incompletas e voltadas para o mar, ao vento no frio.
Dos oposto: os passos-saias e... Posted by Ana~Mixinga on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 02:35:00 PST |