Arabian nights : the triumph of music – K.B

Arabian nights : the triumph of music

 

 

Arabian nights,
Sweet is the breeze.
Couches of silk
Mingle with courtisanes.
They sing and clap,
They keep a tender
Smile miles away
For the end of
The night.

Arabian nights,
Sweet is the
Breeze ;
Breathe it
Easy baby.
Couches of silk
Mingle with
Naked painting
Models in
A luxurious
Atmosphere;
Musicians
Enhance
The shape,
The round
Bodies
Like ripened
Fruits hanging
At the edge of
A tree.

River, O River
Flowing beneath
My feet,
The shadow
From the sun
Offers some rest.

Arabian nights,
Sweet is the breeze.
Apples and pears
Are set among
Jewels ;
The melodic line
Is quasi perfect
And the langorous
Eyes are looking
For company.
Do you see it
In my gaze ?

Sympathetic guests
Are chit-chating,
The liquor is flowing
And the dances
Are there.

O drunkenness
Of the senses ,

If only all the trees
Could sing the glory,

But they are,
They are !

Arabian nights,
Sweet is the breeze
Turning to violent winds
Of strings ;
Horns come in
All is set
To make a bridge
With the infinite
Candor
Of the Golden apple
Tree.

Seize, sweet is the breeze
Dumb are the foul ,
There’s a bar
Of all fantasies
At the beginning
Of all dreams,
O dream !

Butter is in
My heart now ;

There’s a perfect
Place at the end
Of any street
Where you
Can have a drink,
Or two ; twinkling
Starts and elegant
Cuts wandering
In an endless
Line of happy
And true tears….

 

 

K.B

 
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