''Make love instead of war''
A quote that makes me think...
No more without poured, between the palms, should live and die both not blood, but colored paint
Thus dressed in liquid, draw flowers on large floors
Waltz to the rhythm of waves, cultures, universes...
What if cannons were made to spread the scent of peace instead of smoke
And plant on the battlefields a whole circle of colored plants
defuse the bombs, with great solidarity
Repair broken glasses,
Cannons would launch love letters written on rose petals
With the ink of a bucket without wax, describe our differences
Use all this beautiful intelligence to translate and,
exchanging sword strokes would be poems written by illiterates,
Instead of charging the submarines,
The animals of marine circles would be released
dolphins and other beautiful creatures would freely sing the hymn of peace
How beautiful it would be to see
these mastodon naked and easily move around creating
those perfectly gentle waves to surf
up there high, the angels would watch the demons bow, offering their hearts of stone, to a great locksmith
All those infamous words that hurt...
Redeem for Cheerful and Tribal Fields
Hands in hands, in front of a burning fire
A fire that would ever recall that of the burning villages
The warlike past would forever be forgotten
Only a fine mist remains, under the no more murderous earth
Defusing the News of Difference Wars
Ban countries, tear off labels,
and see nations unite in a single and unique sound
And in every home, rage would never be born
Would throw at the body, only soft hugs
How would it be so hard to hear another roar,
than that of a sacred pact like the love between husband and wife
Why pose so much, when the only thing that should be counted
would be the thousands of people for an outrageously recreational concert
Free of riots and tickets
Because the music live in each of us, and vibrate through us
And why bother so much to count
these desperate riches,
Who would now redistribute
Never again would famine be quantified
Perhaps, if only, the famine of the abyss,
because all could count on an entry suddenly noticed
to the welcoming and even greater paradise
'Cause all souls could finally come together
After a life of proud kindness
Each and everyone would be delivered into an even greater world
than any planet, a place of reverie
where gods, goddesses, angels and humanity
would meet for eternity
What a dream for a simply new humanity
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Valentina Savage
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Comments (2)
Agreed with some proclamations- 😉💖Great ode 📝
Very intriguing. I especially loved “Cannons would launch love letters written on rose petals” Great job.