miércoles, 23 de abril de 2008

Seven

Seven


perfection, can be measured?
All we know can be said in a word?
Today is the day, the day of books
knowledge can be shown in a letter?


What's the perfect word?
What's the perfect way to say?
How we can say all we feel?
How can we show all we know?


A number has come out now
seven, five letters it have
two of them repeat, that's life


seven words I had written
seven ideas has come out
seven lifes has been born
seven sins, seven colors


seven weeks, seven muses
seven notes, five lines
music, draw, day


do you get what I mean?
This day never ends,
this day never was
all is connect, nothing will repeat


words will be said, but will be forget
words will be written, them will be remembered
mistakes we make, lessons we learn
hours that comes, ideas that goes


ticking of clocks, rythmically
compositions that come, instantly
the one you looked for, has come
tick tack, tack, tock


write, draw, play, talk
verbs, nouns, adjectives, numbers
colors, pen, paper, ink
create, imagine, believe, feel


four ideas, five ways, seven days
numbers and words together
them seem to be good friends


perfection can be measured?
Perfection must be complex?
Beauty can't be simple and clear?



Ariadna Squire Damique
(23-04-2008)