{"id":1229,"date":"2025-12-16T15:29:16","date_gmt":"2025-12-16T14:29:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.caline-dalberto.com\/?page_id=1229"},"modified":"2025-12-23T19:33:11","modified_gmt":"2025-12-23T18:33:11","slug":"poetry","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.caline-dalberto.com\/en\/poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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The Moon<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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The moon, ivory-colored,
has set
in the Milky Way.
Venus sings
its love song
flashing above me.
My fingers grasp
drops of divine pearls
driven by the wind,
as the silver-colored clouds
spin like leaves in the wind.<\/p>

Caline
Snapshot on the Saint-CLAUDE terrace
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The Moon Sets<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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In the tropical forest
The symphony begins.
A melancholy sinks
Its roots into the earth
Soaked with memories
Of past and future lives!
A scent of magic
grabs me!
I close my eyes, extend
my hand
clutching between my fingers the strands
of falling stars drenched
in divine things.
My heart beats with joy
paced by the rhythm
Tireless from the symphony
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The Night Wrapped<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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In its velvet cloak
Imprisons my heart
Full of sweet glances
That seek me, always
And everywhere!<\/p>

I lose myself in them
And only then
do the faces appear
of my creatures
who taught me
Love<\/p>

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The Sun of the Tropics<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Sunsets that
take your breath away!
The sweet life paced
by the beauty of nature
and the awareness
that life is a gift
To be lived in the present!<\/p>

Many, many obstacles
Yet always a smile
And the heart in hand<\/p>

Today they were able to
See the sunrise and sunset<\/p>

On my canvases
It will be written:
\u201cWelcome home,
Suffer no more!
Paint the rebirth.\u201d<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

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I Dreamed<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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I dreamed my paintings
night and day,
every day.
Colors of childhood
saturated with scents.
It was beautiful, there
Where the sea washed
my dreams.
The earth is red,
sanguine, voluptuous
The moon, ancient ivory-colored,
dazzled the stealthy cloud.
The wind whispered to me
words of love,
My eyes swallowed
The beauties around me.
Life stole
my childhood.
But I will search for you everywhere
and send you letters never written!
Now… Yes!
I will write to you in my paintings.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

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Early Morning<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Early morning,
My eyes looked at the sky
As usual,
I embraced the coming day
with the colors of my soul
Grateful for another day
Another gift
As life is.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

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My Secret Garden<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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I cultivated in the corner
Of my heart
A secret garden
With a cyclamen
So small and cute,
A bush of hydrangeas
Vain
An orchid
Beautiful as a Goddess, and
With eternal roots.<\/p>

I carved on a
Majestic flamboyant
Faces without names
A body against mine,
That fills the void
That surrounds it.<\/p>

I lit two street lamps
That project my past
Because I will not go back.
\u201cYesterday\u201d no longer exists,<\/p>

The path of my garden
leads to a piece of sky
That extends its wings to me.
Deep within myself
I will forever keep secret
My garden.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

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The Colors of Sunset<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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I squeeze the colors of sunset
dripping, impatient on the mute canvas.<\/p>

My soul, paint with me.<\/p>

March 14, 2023<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t

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Waiting<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Endless,
Relentless.
It guards
my essence,
And protects
my innocence.<\/p>

It marks the time,<\/p>

Instantaneous ore 16:50
Saint-Claude Guadeloupe
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The Voice<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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We called each other every day.
One, two, three times
We wanted confirmations,
Always…
Your voice answered
To my echo,
Entered my heart
Knocking in the mind
Unconsciously, …and always
We said to each other: …\u201cMe too.\u201d<\/p>

It calmed our souls
Flooded our hearts with light.<\/p>

Even now I find myself calling you
But you are no longer there.<\/p>

My voice is orphaned
It scares me.
Now that I am tired
I need you even more.<\/p>

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Orphan<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Many times I tried to understand
Why you, dad, and why you, mom,
Gave me life.<\/p>

I was born…
That’s all… Perhaps by chance.<\/p>

I have always been an orphan
Orphan of the living.<\/p>

I dreamed of a caress,
I longed for a hug,
I wanted an \u201cI love you.\u201d
But only the echo answered their silence…<\/p>

I hate the desire to be a daughter,
that flows in my veins,
that knocks at my heart,
that digs into my mind.<\/p>

It shakes the memories and my desires
In vain…
To be a daughter…<\/p>

A void in the soul
that was born with me
I will carry it into oblivion.<\/p>

Who knows when you,
Oh Death!
You so powerful and present,
Who knows when you will knock at Heaven’s doors,
Who knows if you, dad, and if you, mom,
Will say to me:
\u201cWelcome my daughter
to this Eden of love\u201d
And you will cuddle me.<\/p>

And maybe I will feel
No longer
Orphan.<\/p>

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The Sun spreads
Its last incandescent rays
There…
Behind the islands, that
Immobile await.<\/p>

I watched blissfully
The dying for a moment
The star of the day.
And it watched
My solitude.<\/p>

Who knows who was dying of the two?
The warm breeze
Held me tight,
Wrapped me in cuddles.
The warm wind
Whispered words of comfort
The sea, with white foam
Rippled,
And mischievously,
lay on the shore.<\/p>

It was magical!<\/p>

I searched around me
For something, or … someone.<\/p>

But as I opened wide
My heart
I saw fall on my hand
The drop of my solitude.<\/p>

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The Cloud<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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I had long awaited
The cloud
That the wind sent me
On a whim…<\/p>

And I watched,
Enchanted,
Its slices
Of shadow and light
That the sun …. also it,
Capricious and vain
Sent intermittently. <\/p>

I wish I were a nightingale
To sing to you by day
The call of love
…And see my cloud
Dance among the thousand
shadows of nascent stars
…at night.<\/p>

Like the eager firefly,
Slowly, prepares its
Sweet nocturnal embroidery
on the soft bed
of the passing cloud…
…passes.<\/p>

Wait, Cloud
that dawns in my heart
Every day.<\/p>

I want to return
To look into your
sweet and satisfied eyes
the joyful dance
of the light that seeks
on my body,
a sign, a gesture,
that you Cloud
Loved me.<\/p>

Stay with me!<\/p>

For the velvet cloak of the night… magical
Descends upon us
Accomplices the moon…
And the passing cloud…
Passes…<\/p>

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Uff!\n<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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How funny
This owl
Without a tuft!
It fell.
Plop!
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The moon duets with the tropical forest<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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My heart beats\u2026
Magic takes hold of me.
It’s sublime!
Oh! How beautiful life is. <\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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The moon duets with the tropical forest<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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My heart beats,
Magic grabs me\u2026
It’s sublime!
Oh, how beautiful life is.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t

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