Choose

By Vivianne Serendipia

Enter existence with good grace
voluntarily and freely remain calm

Substances are part of consciousness.
is empty, uncreated, and unceasing
my mind rests in an uncreated state
like the rain falling in water

Natural unmodified clear and vibrant
relaxed, uncreated state of mind
time to get back to the level of existence
Pre-monitory signs recognizing each other

Avoid the ugly and dark
If you return in panic, a fearful state will follow.
If you strive to escape the dark unhappy state will follow.
If you come back in radiance, a happy state will follow.

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Y volvi a escribir

By Vivianne Serendipia

Y cuando me vio y se acercó, 

sentí el calor de su piel, 

el perfume de sus palabras, 

la densidad en sus caricias, 

el sonido de su belleza, 

lo brillante de su mirada.

Suave como un canto

de media tarde, por la 

brisa entre agua salada 

crecientes olas sabor naranja

Un poco verde para mi gusto

me atrean los enigmas fuertes

como robles o tan toxicos 

como las acacias africanas. 

Once upon a time

By Vivianne Serendipia

Hay un cuento
Que contaban las abuelas
Que te puedo contar
Para que puedas dormir
donde la maldad se paga

Las lágrimas saladas
Mojaban mis mejillas
Los sueños que morian
Te siento en ese beso

Te siento en las ausencias
Te siento en los escombros
Que me lleno de pena
Te siento en el olvido

Te siento en el recuerdo
Te siento en cada parte
Te siento en todo el cuerpo
No importaran las formas

Ni la piel que te pongas
Ni cuando donde y como
El nombre

El nombre que te nombra…

Porque se que estas cerca
Te siento en carne viva
Me desperte llorando
Y supe que hoy volvias

Como el pájaro y el Sol
Yo te estoy buscando
Como la abeja y la miel
Te estoy llamando

Es diciembre y el jazmín brotando
Está y va perfumando
Este amor que yo sentí
Cuando te vi, ya está asomando

En la espuma te encontré
La noche estaba terminando
Me dijiste: ¿Vos, quién sos?
Te sonreí, te estaba amando

Al minuto yo te sentí
Mi corazón late que late
Y así fue como escapé
Lo que siguió fue mi rescate

Y la vida y la vida se detuvo
Para siempre en tu mirada
Y tus ojos y mis ojos
Me dejaron como hipnotizada

Y de a poco de a poquito nos buscamos
Un lugarcito pequeñito para amarnos
Como la Luna y el mar, así soy yo
Como la espuma y la sal, así soy yo

No me importa si es que tú no sabes
Ver quien te está amando
No me importa porque yo ya sé muy bien
Que está pasando, ese día llegará

Te sabrán a Sol mis besos
El perfume de mi piel
Tendrá el olor del arbol
de la tierra a medio mojar

Y las flores se abrirán
Y se terminará tu invierno
Nuestro amor abra creciendo

once upon a time
me trajo un día el viento
me enseña a reír
da ganas de vivir
Donde las hadas existen
Y no hay corazones tristes
Y en abril surcan flores de colores mi jardín
Surcan flores de colores mi jardín

The color of your heartBy Vivianne Serendipia.8/20/22

Shapes won’t matter
Not even the skin you wear
Nor when, where, and how?
The name that names you

Like the bird goes to the Sun,
so I am, I am looking for you
Like the bee and the honey,
so I was, I’m calling you

In the foam of the ocean,
I found your soul reflecting
the night was ending
in a second, life stopped
forever in your energy

the wind brought me one day
it taught me how to laugh
when dreams are the illusion
letting spring appear again

I felt like you didn’t come back
sensing you in that kiss,
in the absences, in the rubble
in oblivion, inside my memory

Shapes won’t matter
Not even the skin you wear
Nor when, where and how?
The name that names you

I know you’re close
I feel you raw,
knowing your back

A tiny little place of vulnerability
Like foam and salted breeze
and flowers feel safe to open
And so life goes away, goes away

I felt you in that kiss,
in the absences, in the rubble
in oblivion, inside my memory
that fills me with sorrow

I feel you in oblivion
I felt you in the memory
I felt you everywhere
I felt you in my whole body

I know you’re close
I feel you raw,
knowing your back.

Sarcasm

by Vivianne Serendipia

Sarcasm is prohibited,
one would normally
walk down the street
Ashamed of its be=ingΩΩΩ

Kindness, respect, social harmony
Generating waste and discomfort
human beings need sarcasm
to get rid of distress

unresolved impulses that
if they were not channeled
the expression might push to violence
a destructive impulse covered.

If sarcasm were prohibited,
one would normally walk down
irony is a case of split insides.
What a ridiculous voice,

Absurd but no message to produce

Sarcasm

By Vivianne Serendipia

Sarcasm is prohibited,
one would normally
walk down the street
Ashamed of its be=ingΩΩΩ

Kindness, respect, social harmony
Generating waste and discomfort
human beings need sarcasm
to get rid of distress

unresolved impulses that
if they were not channeled
the expression might push to violence
a destructive impulse covered.

If sarcasm were prohibited,
one would normally walk down
irony is a case of split insides.
What a ridiculous voice,

Absurd but no message to produce

White butterfly

By Vivianne Serendipia

White Butterfly dew of hearts
You will be ethereal in eternity,
from all gardens and heavens
and the wind sings to your dance

Dew that touches the land
Salty breeze by the sea
Cricketers murmuring on the grass
when illuminating the dark sky

Swimming in the lake of dreams
undressing the body and soul
this act hypnotizes the moon
attracted by the absence of light

You will be ethereal in eternity
when illuminating the dark sky
swimming in the lake of dreams
attracted by the absence of light.

Song:

White Butterfly dew of hearts
You will be ethereal in eternity,
from all gardens and heavens
and the wind sings to your dance

Dew that touches the land
Salty breeze by the sea
Cricketers murmuring on the grass
when illuminating the dark sky

Swimming in the lake of dreams
undressing the body and soul
this act hypnotizes the moon
attracted by the absence of light

You will be ethereal in eternity
when illuminating the dark sky
swimming in the lake of dreams
attracted by the absence of light.

Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon

by Vivianne Serendipia

On a hungover night
trying to wake up
I noticed that by the navel
I began to deflate

My body wrinkled
Like a parchment paper
And it was happening,
how curious I feel a gaseous state

After the metamorphosis
I felt so much better
It was dark gray air
with enough pollution

This is noted, in any case
which was city air
not the healthiest
Human beings prefer

I dreamed for a moment
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
No definite shape or color
I was breathing air

As I am very aware
Even in this situation
I decided to be consistent
with my new dimension

And I tried to breathe
For the one who sleeps next to me
Without going into details
I know how to do better things

Not satisfied with a sexual experience
The vapors inflated me,
I became a hurricane
I did about three or four laps

And on the fifth I got tired
This room is very small
For the things that I dream
I dreamed for a moment that it was…

Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
No definite shape or color
I was flying air
And the crystal that I loaded

I escaped through the window & dived
but i was unlucky about to go back
I became human again
do not miss the funeral

I dreamed for a moment that it was
Oxygen, nitrogen, and argon
No definite shape or color
I was life

Writing to steal so you can appear to be cool

By Vivianne Serendipia

On a hungover night
in the middle of between
Notice that by the navel
Begging to deflate and wrinkle

Like a parchment paper
And become a state
to the gaseous state
And after the metamorphosis
Feeling much better

Dark gray air with a lot of pollution
The case sense was city air
Although it is not the healthiest
Human beings prefer

Dreamed for a moment i was
fire, air, earth, and water
No definite shape or color
Very aware even in this situation

Decided to be consistent
with my new dimension
And try to do tai chi
Sorry the one who sleeps next to me

Without going into details
I know how to do better things
But that does not satisfy me
I became a natural disaster

I’m sorry for my gal
the crystal carries me
escaping the unlucky
do not miss the last day

Balance

by Viviannek Serendipia

People tend to introduce in a clue
and the hectic timelines they’re into
the world becoming a bit surrealistic
An indulgence of all the stimulants

A desire inside a tedious momentum
with no sense of grief or unity
a viewpoint blocking discrepancies
despairing overwhelming intimacy

People talking to plant their seed
after so many thoughts of so many words
Navigating the world, living
a free soul with so many things that hurts

With courage facing a thousand battles,
Wounded by an arrow that still bleeds me
I have been a guide, a ballast, a shelter
I’ve walked the streets determine

Good childhood and long-lived parents
Believing in the weight of my actions
Ups and downs, I get it, I’m living
I’m going outside when time stops

Turning off the lights and looking inside
Crying and smiling, living my timeline
Woven gardens where once there was stone
drowned in my fog, between oversaturated

I have slept in corners and manoirs
I’ve drawn the world like deciphering combinations
Succumbing to temptations and mirages
A zultanite, changing colors to find an answer

Emotional of seeing the wondrous creation in all things
I have suffered from depression, and panic attacks
I’ve seen people die and die on my own, in a coma
Opened dimensionalities that should not be open

Had suffered desire just like a slow death
For perfection, I did crazy things,
but for love, I did many more
Enjoying the pleasures, accepting life

I distanced myself for them to survive
Cried my rage and autodestruction came
One half so still, the other half running
Split into two halves, a Jin & Jang mind