Sur la route, les
Errants sont riches des mains
Qui se sont tendues.
Elles sont les bijoux sur leurs
Oripeaux, leur vraie lumière.
We all are wanderers,
Struggling for life,
Begging for love,
Restless, speechless,
In a world of delusion
Wanderers
07 Sunday Jul 2013
Posted in Poésie
Hortus Closus 
Lovely!
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Thanks 🙂
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I so very much love your writing. The accompanying artwork is always a perfect representation of what you voice. You’re very talented.
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I thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Try to stay away from a world if illusions… LOVE is THE miracle that can heal any pain.
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“I am a wanderer, feet on the ground,
Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds.
I own the star above some distant shore,
Wandering ever more.
I am a refugee torn from my land,
Cast off to travel this world to its end.
Never to see my proud mountains again
But I still remember them…”
Joan Baez – I am a wanderer…
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Beautiful, as ever. 🙂
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Ah, Joan & Bob Dylan… We’re both January Cappies and many people think we look alike… 🙂 If you have some spare time:
http://incaunipocrit.wordpress.com/2013/01/08/901-happy-bday-miss-baez/
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Very beautiful, Esther. —–Chagall
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I thank you 🙂
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Aimons le voyage,
Aimons le pays où l’on
N’arrive jamais.
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Aimer est vivre
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This lovely verse is one of your best–or maybe just an instant favorite for me, and I love the translation nearby! (mad Google translator that I am…) I hope your week is great, Esther. 🙂
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Todal lach 🙂
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Your poems are beautiful Esther! Have a beautiful Wednesday!
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I thank you
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