I wrote when the poetry pub;ished
"Take note of the light of your face on thy servant Emmanuel!" Said the chanter and I liked it. The light of your face is my purest poetry, the most essential. It was written on paper towels or small random papers in the eight months I was confined to bed waiting for my child to be born. Nothing has been more magical than the eight months I had been talking to him and expecting him so we can "evangelize the world" together.
I was looking for you in the garden of fountains
I was drawing your breath from the rose petals
From the beams of light over the water
I was looking for you
Inside the silent buds
Pollen from the hands of god
And i was picking up the spaces
Skies converging inside me.
Where are you coming from
I didn't ask
Your memory sleeps in its infancy
But I know you bring centuries with you
That your hands touched
The annunciation of the world
And the knowledge written on your small existence
Visions and quintessence.
Η συλλογή Το Φως τους Προσώπου σου κυκλοφόρησε το 1973