shimmering childhood
sometimes
some fragile
flowery fragrances
in a glass of
clear water blue
the smell of crystal
Plumbago and Jasmin
innocent and lightly
like little People dreams.
my mother
is a flower lady
with garden evergreens
Dear friend, I love your poems, I do Not understand every word you say, but I can listen sound of intonation, sometines I search for intention and some poems have a deeper sense for Sound in words, so I feel them more than «understanding» them, I only enjoy the word alchemy, the rythm, their Blues.
i enjoy our communication without frontiers made by language, it’s a kind of speakless understanding, directly transmitting similar imaginations or feels, no German friend sent blue and white andalusian blossom dreams, so…all to wonder…nothing to wonder…Life is wonder.
Thank you very much for your kindly words and have a nice evening,
me encantan las flores, y aun que me encantan no soy amante de cortarlas, pues en lo posible prefiero disfrutarlas lo mas posible, estas son simplemente hermosas, gracias por compartirlas.
El bosque silencioso 
Plumbagos
Little greensleeves
hiding behind umbels
of little clearskyblue
plumbago heart
sunresistant
lucky and true.
Greetings from
cold but sunny
Northwestern Germany
Blue night, blue day,blue sky
jasmines and plumbagos
in a glass of water
emblem of my childhood
Receive a bouquet of plumbago from Andalusia.
The apprentice southern writer.
shimmering childhood
sometimes
some fragile
flowery fragrances
in a glass of
clear water blue
the smell of crystal
Plumbago and Jasmin
innocent and lightly
like little People dreams.
my mother
is a flower lady
with garden evergreens
:))
P.S. I wear a blue Andalusien blossom.
Thank you for this memory. 🙂
You are a northern fairy and a great poet.
I love your compositions.
I am so sorry not knowing German.
Best Regards
Dear friend, I love your poems, I do Not understand every word you say, but I can listen sound of intonation, sometines I search for intention and some poems have a deeper sense for Sound in words, so I feel them more than «understanding» them, I only enjoy the word alchemy, the rythm, their Blues.
i enjoy our communication without frontiers made by language, it’s a kind of speakless understanding, directly transmitting similar imaginations or feels, no German friend sent blue and white andalusian blossom dreams, so…all to wonder…nothing to wonder…Life is wonder.
Thank you very much for your kindly words and have a nice evening,
Yours,
northern fairy
Pues yo sólo diré ¡espectacular!
Gracias, Beatriz. Feliz jornada.
Qué lindas…de la luz a la oscuridad y de la oscuridad a la luz!. Geometría.
Así es. Una gradación luminosa en la que siempre está presente el azul del plumbago con diversos tonos de intensidad.
Son preciosas.
Quels bleus ! Mes préférés sont les plus sombres…
D’après la lumière, le bleu resplendit ou s’éteint. La couleur normale du plumbago est un joli bleu ciel.
me encantan las flores, y aun que me encantan no soy amante de cortarlas, pues en lo posible prefiero disfrutarlas lo mas posible, estas son simplemente hermosas, gracias por compartirlas.
Gracias a ti por los comentarios que has dejado en el blog. Han sido una grata sorpresa para mí. Saludos cordiales y feliz fin de semana.