One minute
to have a lifelong dream
with you.

One minute
to watch the shadows of clouds
moving silently on ocher mountains.

One minute
to gaze upon a small white church
bathed in the sunset light.

And one minute
to walk hand in hand
leaving no trace in the sand.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

In a small white village
on a lovely sunny morning
I met a funny old lady.

She talked about her life
and we laughed a lot.
How beautiful Taormina was!

But everything ends.
“I have a malignant tumor.”
she said with a smile.

In a small white village
I met a friend of the Sun
and my heart is heavy,

so very heavy.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration: Blossoming Almonds in Taormina (Tivadar Kosztka Csontvary, 1902)

Rocky slopes glow red,
black sand and lava catch the Light,
the clock holds it magnetic breath
and the Sun sheds copper tears.

When the Night falls,
Will we go blind?
Midnight lovers don’t mind.
Midnight lovers feel no fear.

Azul oscuro.
Silence cannot hurt.
Azul oscuro.
Darkness looks so clear!

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Azul Oscuro © 2019– F.G.M.