tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208231562012-02-02T18:56:39.816-02:00English version of my poetry blog http://monopolio.blogspot.com*Caroline Schneider*noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20823156.post-72081775266553632182008-01-07T01:20:00.000-02:002008-01-07T01:35:45.990-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_erBnGkMTVWE/R4GdiHpG10I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rukEnf_-WEE/s1600-h/stars_by_je_ne_sais_pas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152572658181134146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_erBnGkMTVWE/R4GdiHpG10I/AAAAAAAAAJc/rukEnf_-WEE/s320/stars_by_je_ne_sais_pas.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> stars by ~</span><a class="u" href="http://je-ne-sais-pas.deviantart.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">je-ne-sais-pas</span></a> <span style="font-size:78%;">at <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">www.deviantart.com</span></a></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>nights</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>full of blind stars</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>secrets of one</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>treasures of soul</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>feel like silk</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>over stone</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>of haunting thoughts</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>on feminine</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>empty home</strong></span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20823156-7208177526655363218?l=mindmonopoly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>*Caroline Schneider*noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20823156.post-10894700710201794212007-04-06T19:45:00.001-03:002007-04-06T19:45:40.640-03:00I rediscovered the sky<br>and it said something to me...<br>capricious flavor of ominous poem<br>not even far I could define<br>if white black blue or colored my future<br>or just that soft flavor of newness on the tip of the tongue<br>that precedes the surprise in discovering the tone of a new feeling<br>the more I inquired the indigo roof<br>the more questions assaulted my curious and detailing look<br>soul torn to pieces heart turned greyer…<br>forms agitated in delicate cloud ballet...<br>would that be only impression?!<br>no clouds. Nothing…<br>would that be my eyes?<br>would that be exposed under the sky of thoughts,<br>my most beautiful and infinite moments,<br>of peace and regret?...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20823156-1089470071020179421?l=mindmonopoly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>*Caroline Schneider*noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20823156.post-80086975932557677212007-04-03T22:39:00.000-03:002007-04-03T22:41:47.909-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Everything’s already on the floor</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">And life’s to ask for passage</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Always cleaned place, organized</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">demonstrates there’s no living people on it</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">People wants spreaded books </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">full bookshelf and kept stockings... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Bare-footed feet under sheets </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Twisting themselves asking for affection... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Just as walking with given hands </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But leaving them free, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">to touch the stars... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Between a dream and another </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I go organizing the landscapes </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Oh, life! How lucky I am</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">for having four feet in my bed!</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Caroline Schneider</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All rights reserved</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20823156-8008697593255767721?l=mindmonopoly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>*Caroline Schneider*noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20823156.post-38822620554595008502007-04-03T22:34:00.000-03:002007-04-03T22:36:18.906-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">There are flowers on my yard</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">‘Cause nobody give them to me, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">To be honest,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I was born in the wrong body…</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I am woman, with warlike soul</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I came to earth</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">To fight as man... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">For the sustenance of the family </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">For the smile every day </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">For my own harmony! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">No bouquet in favor of sweetness</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">was given me </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Nor was given me the chance </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">of being delicate and fragile </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But while nobody discovers the woman </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">backwards the warrior armor </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I go for the world, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">offering my petals </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">while passing by and playing with the flip-flap </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">of the happy butterflies </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">that in me recognize the coloring of the soul </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">that only a true woman has... </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">the coloring of who knows </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">planting and sowing and picking and enjoying </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">the flowers of its proper garden!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Caroline Schneider</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All rights reserved</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20823156-3882262055459500850?l=mindmonopoly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>*Caroline Schneider*noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20823156.post-65184296642734949822007-04-03T22:31:00.000-03:002007-04-03T22:33:15.730-03:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">My eyes glimpse </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">the poetry of being</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">the line of life </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Evaporated from my hand</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Transmuted in inspiration</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Caroline Schneider</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">All rights reserved</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20823156-6518429664273494982?l=mindmonopoly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>*Caroline Schneider*noreply@blogger.com1