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Tiny ode 24. Purple feathers

In Nature, purple is so rare
That only the starling
bears
it on its feathers.
Of course, it's a gift from the sky,
that knows all the secrets,
and often sees the bird fly
to the heart of the Milky Way.
 

Unwritable animal Haïku. The mink.

The only animal that dies gassed.
Zykl only animal that can't be poetized.
 

Haiku. Bending over a galaxy

Bending over a galaxy,
all purple, I contemplated
the whole of the Milky Way
in an amethyst.
 

Winter-haiku 12. The eyelids

The golden edging on the horizon of winter lets us see that summer still yearns to open its eyelids.
 

Winter Haîku 13. Mithra

All black, heavy winter sky, mooing wind.
Clouds drawing horns.
Slashes of bloody red.
Like a monstrous Mithraean rite.
 

Winter Haîku 8. The Squirrel mother

December, the squirrel mother pushes her children into the trunk-hole.
We rise by lifting others.
 

Love Haiku 4. The jewels

O, my sweet love,
your eyes are jewels,
for we live on e-ART-h.
 

Tiny ode 23. The Raven

December,
On top of the poplar,
this long inverted broom,
A black-eyed, black-bodied
Wizard is watching me,
that mutters to me
that croaks curses
when I pass..
 

Haïku 3. Phosphorescence

The winter's sky, all white,
is phosphorescent，
even in the deep of night,
just like my young child's heart.
 

Tiny ode 22. The millipede

The millipede and the centipede,
in november, december,
like tiny pieces of tinsel,
roll themselves up in the soil,
As if Christmas time
had set itself into the ground
To warm up the hearts
of gardens in winter
to enable little insects
to take part to the party.
 

Sweet-faced Hoda

Before such great softness
in this beautiful face,
Caravagio himself
was stunned and astonished.
Before its so white skin,
they say Leonardo
saw that its inner depth
surpassed the alabas-
ter colours of the clouds.
 
That he got brought to him
a portrait of this queen,
Hoda the beautiful
and took her for model.
 
Her brow? clear as water
Her complexion? rather
the albedo, halo
of the moon up above.
 
In her eyes one could guess
the splendor of evenings
that in Iran are seen
where broader are the skies.
 
yes , but it is her smile
the core of the story,
Such a discreet sweet smile
barely the sketch of it,
as, still on a mirror,
a slight shadow might be.
 
Leonardo saw it,
very soon painted it.
It became in Paris
the most.beautiful smile.
 
Hoda, the Iranian
made the nice Italian
the most famous woman
in the blazing painting
 
It's Hoda the Persian
whose role was well hidden
who was the true lady
that inspired Mona Lisa.