I believe in a man, this piece of rubbish;
I believe in a man, this piece of shit;
This shifting sand, lifeless water;
I believe in a man, this wacko,
This bag of false pride;
I believe in a man, this lipsalve,
This wind - bag who wastes words,
This fire - brand and eavesdropper,
I believe in a man, this blood sucker.
Despite all the things
A man is able to do,
I believe in him,
For his safe hand,
For his affection for freedom,
For his play of imagination,
For his vertigo when he watches the stars,
I believe in a man
For the salt of his friendship,
For depths of his eyes, for his laughter,
For his momentum and his imperfection.
For always I believe in a man
For his making advances helping hand.
For given look.
And besides, first and foremost
For his simple greeting of an ordinary shepherd.
Lucien Jaques
This is poem above was originally written in French, so I migth not have kept the real spirit and the real atmosphere of it. But this is what I believe in: a man, a human, a person. I believe in Love. I believe in Hope. And...
...I believe in Angels, the kind that Heaven sends... I'm surrounded by Angels, but I call them my Best Friends.
11 comments:
Oui :)
Awesome poem. It perfectly describes what I believe in and the way I do it :)
First time I read this "I believe in..", I couldn't help and I fell in love with this stuff. It was love from the first line :)
I don't like poeams, but this one is even readable ;)
Agnieszka this is so ... beautiul, and so true. Thank you very much for the poem, the angels, and for everything you're doing for us.
You have just made my day brighter, you don't even know how much. Thank you for this, really, thanks a lot. :)
nice one..congrulations
Thx
Dunno why i write that, but i can tell you this: i believe too. I know the moment i'll be without breathing for joy and that moment that is gonna change my life is gonna come; dunno when but as you say i'm addicted to hope. I'm the blue colour. I can say just that before looking for our missing part we have to looking for the true ourself, only in that way we can be free.We have to find it, we have to find us.We have to look in our eyes. It's all a game of inches, and is the guy who's wiiling to die for that inch that is gonna win. Everyone has inside the concept of his private freedom and victory.
A vampir from Rome ;-)
If we are not free inside, no law regulation, no other man can make us free. When you are free, you have already won.
Grazie, Vampire ;-)
And I know, if I'm gonna have any life any more it's because I'm still willing to fight and die for that inch, because that's what living is, the six inches in front of your face. ;)
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