Wim Mertens ,The scene of two

Wim Mertens ,Finding A People

i cannot remember

i cannot remember
when we were meteorites
all color whirling
in windless space

and glowing
when we approached
this planet
to make a dent in the earth

then they took us,
gave us legs
to walk,
hands to touch

and a head
to be blinded
by thousands of years
of darkness

inside light
was left for us
and a seed
of  memory

i don't know
who did it to us
who made dust
come to life

procreate,
live, die,
insignificant
as we are

who made us suffer self
and consciousness
nor who gave us music
to find back

to this we are
inside,
a song
in which we are all one.

Monty Python ,Psychiatry

Mar azul - Cesária Évora & Marisa Monte

Arcana, God Of The Winds

Altan Urag ,Mirage of faraway, I am not merely human

poems and words

not all poems are words.
my poems should also please not be called art.
the poems which i still find present in me
the day after writing are not words.
some end with words or begin with words
and may only uncover dirt, aggression, tristesse
or a certain clumsiness of mine in being alive.

the others are parts of me given from me in my transience,
poems frail like autumn leaves through which the sun shines,
with holes and spaces,
true parts of me as a real being, human and man,
soul and skin and blood and  spirit,
coming out in  flow with an effort to capture the essence
i experience in my very own life, as it can be present
and expressed parts of my consciousness.