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| Poetry |
| Roy Batty - Drawing charcoal on canson paper - Copyright � Maria Henriques 2001-2004 |
| Poems for Blade Runner |
A poem for an android I'm a ghost; the black wing of god has touched me like a sinfony in the hours where the midnight is flying. I sleep quietly and I can see in that wing my own shadow without any doubt, diferent. Lagos/2/30/02 |
The android The fire is burnning out there my heart is waiting the morning star again. Certain perfumes of Autmn, little green flowers growing. The fire is burning out there and I�m waiting the rain as thouse perfumes are burning. |
The Runner Such a beautiful bird dancing so close to my hand my little flying colour, my little soul of Runner my electric dreams inside your heart, I'm burning. |
My love your pain is my pain, your hope is my hope your dreams are the same and your love is my love, your incredible blue eyes are the expression of angels walking trough all the skies near your soul made of passion; and my love is your love, my lovely child so sweet sleep embraced by those angels they will protect your dreams. I know what you feel my friend, the loss of someone is loosing all the world. I had my share of desert too and all the crying I've done didn't destroy the pain, but I'm thinking of you baby, try to forget those shadows of sorrow think about love about the birds flying and think about her smiling and dancing arround with the stars and the clouds. And look at the sky trying to see all future of a new love inside a new soul,rare and beautiful. |
Blade Runner all the dark lights in the streets of America were black shadows iluminate dark works, all the red blood of never ending creatures is screaming and crying in the fears of night. Dreams of peace and love lost forever:trash, between the killers hands like little toys of dark. All the streets of America lost from the paradise only murderers survive into those streets of lust. |
Rachel Me, a memory from a photograph a little girl lost into her mother's arms. Me, a person with no soul a memory from the past a little shadow crying into those arms of dust and you, my love, my other body and mind another child inside me trying to reach the skys. Me, my feelings,dreams and hopes my fantasies,my lost things, my love. Forever lost into the arms of future into the lost black holes of my own. |
The replicants Your eyes lost into the black rain you humans you replicants. Anywere your body goes you are running like strangers of dust and inside all the corners you are alone and dying. Your eyes made of all blue of blues your heart made off all golden lights. Everywere you are going they are waiting in the dark and you fight and you cry until the rain goes by. |
Zhora The beautiful serpent falls into the arms of night, the speed of the assassins made her little heart stop, the rain is there over her covering her blood, hiding it. And her body, lying over there into the pieces of glass. No more a little slave, no more a little serpent her human eyes are closed by the cold assassin hands. |
Priss Who am I? Who are you? Only questions my love only pieces of me. Our love is there, waiting, acrobatic, inspiring. But the price is so high we must first die. Me,a doll of love trying to reach your arms you,my lost love so kind. Who are you? Who am I? |
Sebastian I make my friends from my dreams and my wishes my madness creates my paradise; I do not care about the natural plan I walk alone between nightmares and souls. I live alone between my fantastic creatures, my little toys made of blood and design, my little dolls so sharp into my eyes. Seeking my company made of loneliness and gold. |
Deckard I'm born to kill to run like a puppet of blood. Like them ,I run searching a place of calm but the inocent blood is calling me tonight. I raise my hand and I fire the gun, I kill and I cry all those humans of sand. And the sounds of the dead of all those lost spirits running away with me like a marble of shadows all those sounds that I killed. |
Roy Batty I'm your Savior your lost God your friend, you brought your gun over me and you killed. My lost love is there waiting for me under the rain who brought you into my way. Im your Spirit of Gold the Morning Sea, the Green into the Mountains, the next step. The eternal story of Love and compassion that made us die to reach the memories dreams. |
Time to die I look in the eyes of my death what I see there is an ancient world crying where millions of stars are burning and singing an angels of fire are dancing with flowers, I�m sitting above a thousand million stars,and God out there look inside of my eyes like a serpent of gold inside millions of fires. |
| To this set of poems i have given the name "Poem for Blade Runner" they have been created under the influence of this special movie. All the poems has been writen since the year 2003 and some of them are published in my poetry book "A Viagem Nas Palavras - Love Nature (poems for Starfish) ". They are already present in several websites of my own under pseudonyms. The copyright of all my poetic painting and illustrative work is: Portuguese Authors Society (SPA) Copyright � Maria Henriques 2001-2004 "When used by authors, a pseudonym is also called a pen name or (in French) nom de plume. This is an English expression: in France, such an alias is more commonly termed a nom de guerre, or "name of war". Authors use pseudonyms for a variety of reasons; for example, to experiment with a new genre, with reduced risk of upsetting regular readers. Occasionally, it is to avoid overexposure; Isaac Asimov once had three short stories in one issue of a magazine; the editor introduced two pseudonyms, to avoid readers becoming suspicious. In other cases, it is simply to protect the author from persecution following unpopular opinions." From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. |
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