An unusual combinationRazor-sword…
A sword, to open the breach.A razor to penetrate it
A sword as sharp as magnanimity.A razor as pure as the love of art
A sword covered in goldA razor forged of silver.
A sword with decades of life, a travelerA razor just now finding its feet
A sword a wondrous teacherA razor a devoted student
A sword a “refined” man…A razor a tender maiden
Sword-razor,RAZOR-SWORDFreedom-loving travelers,Set out upon a golden road!SONG OF THE HEART
The blue of the sky,I draped over my bodyAs a nightgown,
To my thirst I gave the babbling of the brooks...The heat of the sun I plantedIn my frozen limbs,As a necklace I hung the beautiful little stars...
The morning dew I chose,A bath for my body...In my curls I tied spring flowers,And the leaves of ornamental trees,
From the moon I stole the light,To grace my face.My soul I nourished with a nightingale’s voice,The song of my heart.
You and your poetry,A melody of love.The tremors of the soul,Sounds of eternity.....
