Sunday, 16 November 2008

SNAIL TANKA


wearing shell
the house carried heavy
moonlight snail

sometimes moving so gloom
dreaming on the afternoon

~ a snail tanka by mimi
[nov08]
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Monday, 10 November 2008

TO BRUNO


where i can find the beauty?
you can see by the window

sense of light
non sense of shadow

moving across the mill
reflections and meadow


mimi, to bruno mercier

HAIKAI - vinho


o instante da paixão
nos estilhaços do espelho
dor de tinto vermelho

~ mimi [texto & imagem]


nov08
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HAIKAI - VAZIOS


vazios da tela
preenchem a memória
no paradoxo da espera


~ mimi
[photo by Porgo]

nov08

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Sunday, 9 November 2008

HIAKAI - blue sea


heart as a drum
in the infinite blue sea
but you cannot see

~ mimi
[photo by Izan Petterle]
http://www.digitalrailroad.net/petterle/Default.aspx

nov08
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HAIKAI -PARA SONINHA


brinca a menina
de nuvens, formas e poesias
constrói sua fantasia

mimi, para soninha
[imagem: vlad gerasimov]
http://vladstudio.deviantart.com/art/All-you-need-is-love-62021667



nov2008

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haikai - lume


na vaga luz da lua
a ave se apaixonou
pelo lume que brilhou

~ mimi [foto de cesar de andrade]
http://photo.net/photos/Cesar%20Andrade

set08
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haikai - wind


i saw beauty in a thousand whips of air
i feel the colour of the wind
but the lost love, they could not repair


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collaborative haikai
mimi & nathan
http://ndean.deviantart.com/

photo by cesar andrade
http://cesarandrade.deviantart.com/

[october08]
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TANKA


TANKA isa Japanese style poetic. Nathan is an English friend and we are celebrating life, writing together!
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Love or hate
tiny line between them
night for mate


too many thoughts within
this head of radiation


[tanka by mimi & nathan -- image by vlad moldavsky]
http://jude1984.deviantart.com/art/Yalta-46506286

(nov08)
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cartography



CARTOGRAPHY


an exquisite corpse between

Mimi & Nathan


I started the poem, Nathan has finished without knowing the previous part.



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Compass thinking pronounces

the north is always the steer

it forgets the labyrinth on the west

or the sun shining on the east

but to the south,

on its sense and non sense

life randomly exists over the corners

and the square makes circular love



To me, I had seen no contours

no wondrous squiggles to take back

my dissonant laughter.

all these confused elements

of the ethereal mind-map.

so, let me see past

those paint-drop trees

let me see into your cartography





(sept08)

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