Distracted Thoughts
in Buch aus dem Romeon Verlag
1. Auflage, erschienen 4-2018
Umschlaggestaltung: Romeon Verlag
Cover artwork: L.F. dos Santos
Text: L.F. dos Santos
Layout: Romeon Verlag
ISBN: 978-3-96229-950-7
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Distracted Thoughts
L.F. dos Santos
Introduction
My name is Luis Filipe dos Santos, In poetry, I found a way to release my thoughts into paper. Distracted Thoughts, is a well-flavoured book with bittersweet ingredients, well-disposed: Poetry and prose.
The result is a kind of stew, which reveals the strong as well as the weak points of mankind. Fiction with a trace of reality, an ideal blend to rouse up the numbness of our distracted souls. You will taste the divine flavour of what is ordinary.
The Pine Tree
Majestically honouring the creator
in a quiet and secluded place
a rocky castle was built by nature,
elevated from the bowels of earth.
Archaic in structure, solid and inflexible
an architectural miracle
transcending a surreal stupefaction.
Rich in nourishment
for some biological species.
In the top of the cliff
the stage of the great maestro
succumbs to God is feet
among clouds cloaked with haze
refreshing its conspicuous roots.
In its long and steady branches
the nest of a golden eagle
dwells amid the leaves.
The wind whistled in its branches
scattering messages from a recent past.
Memories from fallen civilizations crucified by greed.
The maestro and its apprentice convey this revelation
by spreading waves of vibrant sounds
to all the trees of the valley.
Given to it by chance the divine faculty
because it is blessed by shape and splendour.
Glad to embrace its fate
picturing in energy what it receives.
Transferring for its fellows
in their inflicted blindness.
Memories from fallen civilizations crucified by greed.
The Piano
Black and white everyone in its vibrates.
A score to follow right or left in progress.
Notes of bliss in every piece.
Madness and stress fade
the spirit gains harmony.
Music is the key
a universal complex
just like love and sex,
two hands playing like ten
every filament confined in the stream.
Mozart worshipped the piano
a God within keys
glory personalised in ivory.
Sounds of heaven
pronounced for eternity.
Grand piano In pure wood framed
visual and purity not compared
to a lover, an event social,
there is no rival contra this body astral.
The Descent
A sublime ultimate descent
an epilogue of the sunny cloudy day.
Spreading light through its slender tentacles
piercing clouds, droplets, dust and shades of grey.
Cutting the breath off
remarkably
