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Roberto J. Bulacio

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Buenos Aires, Argentina

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Viaje sin final

by

Roberto J Bulacio

Recien tomo el avion
Me estoy llendo
Cantare mi cancion
En los puertos
Y si Tanger se aleja
Volare hasta el silencio
De Paris a New York
Un avion a pulmon
A travez del oceano
No hay viaje sin final
Se que esperas
En algun lugar
De New York a Paris
Circular laberinto
Peregrino sombrio
A travez del oceano...


No more wars

by

Roberto J Bulacio

Stop,think,take the spirit
of the wind.
Feel peace,stop killing.
Stop.Stop
Dont destroy,create.
No more destruction.
Construction.
Stop killing.Stop.Stop.
Life is sad today.
Childs need to became men.
Do not destroy them .
Stop war.
Women need to love.
Men need to love.
Stop killing.
Please.No more wars...


Eternity

by

Roberto J. Bulacio

Everything is ilusion
your beauty is real.
Everybody went away
your soul is here.
Each moment died
but time with you
is eternal.
In the darkness
your eyes bring fire.
I stay quiet
full of joy.


Ermitaño

by

Roberto J. Bulacio

Amanece
el viento
trae su espiritu.
Desde las montañas
baja el ermitaño.
Su sabiduría
nos deslumbra
en sueños.
Su pausada voz
evoca la magia
de los habitantes
de otros universos.
En sus enseñanzas
solo hay belleza.
De largos silencios
trajo su armonia.
Shambala es su reino
el mundo un camino.
El del ermitaño
y los nuevos tiempos.


Zen poem

by

Roberto J. Bulacio

Sing your song
today.
There is not
another day.
Stay in silence
here and now.
Tomorrow
is illusion
and so is the past.


Dance

by

Roberto J. Bulacio

Dance
in circles.
Create
the universe.
Your magic
movement
will
last forever.

Wine of wisdom

by

Roberto J. Bulacio


Wine of wisdom

Drink the wine

of the old poets.

Did you feel their

magic touch?

Speak the language

of the wise people.

They talk from

their heart.

Nobody else

can bring you joy.

Only you will find

the strength.

Drink the wine

of the old poets.

They had the elixir

of eternal joy.

Wine of wisdom

by

Roberto J. Bulacio



Drink the wine

of the old poets.

Did you feel their

magic touch?

Speak the language

of the wise people.

They talk from

their heart.

Nobody else

can bring you joy.

Only you will find

the strength.

Drink the wine

of the old poets.

They had the elixir

of eternal joy.

Gypsy touch

by

Roberto J. Bulacio



If not for your eyes
I see no sun.
If not for your smile
I feel the abyss.
In this long road
when I am tired
I find the oasis
in your gypsy touch.
If not for your kiss
I find no sensuality.
In this empty house
you give me shelter.
If not for your words
I find no life.

Gypsy touch

by

Roberto J. Bulacio


If not for your eyes
I see no sun.
If not for your smile
I feel the abyss.
In this long road
when I am tired
I find the oasis
in your gypsy touch.
If not for your kiss
I find no sensuality.
In this empty house
you give me shelter.
If not for your words
I find no life.