Sunday, April 27, 2008
night peace
staying steel near the water ... no wind, no noise, just quiet
let the eye penetrate the darkness, exploring the lights shivering in shadows, reflecting on surfaces
a night walk on the streets, between buildings, pale road lights, clear sky
in a far away corner of the ear a few cars running their road, somewhere in another distant place you could hear human voices ... near the quietness of a warm midnight
a guitar in the hands of the young one, in front of fire, among friends
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
wood
Korn feat. Amy Lee - Freak on a leash
give it all to me and turn away, pour it piece by piece like heated wax that burns slowly
there's no need for other words ... it doesn't matter how much, how many, it just doesn't ... once my foot went down, those eyes cannot see it up, they don't want to ...
just show me what have you understood, that you understood at all, that's no one's fault
[...]
time flies through the leafs, sounds of woods, scent of fresh timber, of ground and leafs washed away by water
morning dew
[...]
in galopul calului, prin vreascuri de paduri trosnind sub talpi
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Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
reaching out
"hear me! i'm here! why don't you hear me! i'm right here!
why they don't hear me!
hear me! don't you hear me?"
it was the voice from deep inside the human next to you; the person that you were touching and smiling to and talking with ... it was it's inner voice
sometimes it's your own voice trying to get out and stopping in front of an invisible wall
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Thursday, April 3, 2008
thirsty
more and deeper thirst of that image, of the sound
com sede da sua boca ... português
thirsty of fluidity
after the rain comes sun, after the sun comes rain
como a água
il est elle qui est sensuelle, c'est elle qui touche l'âme
parece a una fantasía, como un hada
inchide ochii si simte
aqua aeterna
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008
darkness


give it back; my precious
Do not touch it. It's mine, mine, mine!
[...]
NO Smeagal, master is good! Master helpss usss...
and we sneak and kill master! he wants my precio
NO Smeagal!
Yes, yes, my precious! He has the precious! We must have it...
[...]
give it back to us!
no! yes! no! yes! give it back!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
water

refreshing rain
ocean's water making noises near the shore
... it begun sub submerge deeper, while the the air bubbles were climbing up to see once more the sun and the clouds above. Suddenly it stopped; unexpected; it was something there, in the quietness, a song from the sea ...
... it was raining, so hard that you couldn't distinguish between two rain drops. They were washing the entire face, just going down, taking with them every tensioned movement. They made it to relax, to step ahead and enjoy it with a big smile while the tears were going away; there were tears or just rain drops?! Who knows?! It was some kind of water from somewhere above ...
somewhere above its head, or maybe somewhere above its nose, or it was from underneath, I guess it was just about the felling of fluids ...
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