30-11-04

I Want To Be Free (Gahlia Njongoh Gwangwa'a)

I want to be free
Like a jubilant bee
Picking pollen from desired flowers freely
Without at all being awesomely greedy.
I want to be free, very free
Like a bird owning all branches on the tree
It hovers, admires the trees and the streets
Perches where it undisturbingly, feeds.
I want to be free
Like the fish that swims
Like the parrots that sings
Paying no price but just being free.
I want to be free, my freedom is peace
I want to be free to worship the hills,
Or go with the wheels
To where I'm welcomed without heat.
I want to be free, our freedom is peace
Peaceful like the untouchable sky
Standing with head so high
'Cause its freedom is without a surety.
I want to be free
Like the hedge's flowers
It's blossoms and sheds petals at will
Without struggling for power.
I want to be free
Like the air
It enters freely where
Kings and Queens won't even on bent knees.
When I am free
They are free
You are free
We all can without enemies sleep
In peace.

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29-11-04

Marlene Dietrich on Legs

"The average man is more interested in a woman who is interested in him than he is in a woman with beautiful legs."
 
"Darling, the legs aren't so beautiful, I just know what to do with them."


 
 
 

 
 
 

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25-11-04

Colours Of Life

Black coffee, brown chocolate, dark tobacco
Cerulean sky, azure sea, sapphire ocean
Lavender clouds, amethyst mountains, lilac carnations
Pastel walls, cobalt curtains, bottle green yucca
Lavender jazz, crimson rock, pink blues
Ruby love, cherry friendship, burgundy emotion
Colourful rainbow, ginger sun, crimson twilight
Emerald green hope…



 
 
 

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24-11-04

Imelda Marcos on her shoes!

"I did not have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty." Imelda Marcos
 
 


 
 

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Now (Robert Browning)

Out of your whole life give but a moment!
All of your life that has gone before,
All to come after it, -- so you ignore,
So you make perfect the present, -- condense,
In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowement,
Thought and feeling and soul and sense --
Merged in a moment which give me at last
You around me for once, you beneath me, above me --
Me -- sure that despite of time future, time past, --
This tick of your life-time's one moment you love me!
How long such suspension may linger? Ah, Sweet --
The moment eternal -- just that and no more --
When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut and lips meet!

 

 

 


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22-11-04

Happy Marriage (Taslima Nasreen)

My life,
like a sandbar, has been taken over by a monster of a man.
He wants my body under his control
so that if he wishes he can spit in my face,
 slap me on the cheek
and pinch my rear.
So that if he wishes he can rob me of my clothes
and take the naked beauty in his grip.
So that if he wishes he can pull out my eyes,
so that if he wishes he can chain my feet,
if he wishes, he can, with no qualms whatsoever,
 use a whip on me,
if he wishes he can chop of my hands, my fingers.
If he wishes he can sprinkle salt in the open wound,
he can throw ground-up black pepper in my eyes.
So that if he wishes he can slash my thigh with a dagger,
so that if he wishes he can string me up and hang me.

He wanted my heart under his control
so that I would love him:
in my lonely house at night,
sleepless, full of anxiety,
clutching at the window grille,
 I would wait for him and sob,
My tears rolling down, I would bake homemade bread;
so that I would drink, as if they were ambrosia,
the filthy liquids of his polygynous body.
So that, loving him, I would melt like wax,
not turning my eyes toward any other man,
I would give proof of my chastity all my life.
So that, loving him
on some moonlit night I would commit suicide
in a fit of ecstasy.

Photo: Jean Bernard Augier


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A Letter (Haiku)

A strand of hair
unfolds
with the letter.

--Annie Bachini
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

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