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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scent

freshness of the new life tickling a nose
old forgotten sounds are awakening piece by piece

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early

it looked for me as a very early morning, when, in fact, the general opinion was that it was a very late night
feeling the life, the beauty that surrounds you
rain washing and refreshing
lights shivering in the wind and cold

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witches

funny scary voice
filthy arms seeking for your body
spells and curses
an ugly evil-looking old woman riding her broom stick through the air

Omnia – Wytches' brew
Omnia – Alive

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children

joy, innocence
smiles under the sun
laughts on the run
rainy sunny summer day
Lais - 2 Emmertjes

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industrial flavor

is awake with each sunrise
a new spring between humans
same old organized chaos of gray colors breathing joy again
washing out the dust after the frost
refreshing eyes and faces

Massive Attack - Inertia Creeps


half awake, half sleeping the winter dream, the autumn mists
half spring

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mornings

wake up to see the morning light
take a deep breath and let the sun shine, embracing piece by piece
step forward with your eyes breaking open for this day's horizon




Rue du Soleil – In My Heart

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steps on a wooden floor

Sting - Fragile (Portuguese version)

old wooden floor, full of stories and steps, welcoming every touch
bare feet dancing, touching
one look with the corner of the eye, only once was enough to see the shape
scene

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enough

seeking, fight against the self
got there and returned to the same path
climbed rock by rock, sleepless
still there, in the dawn, in the creepy sunset, in shadows
black, dark, a shadow following each step of the thoughts
haunted, without escape, high walls, just walls surrounding,
no no no
a second of dream, the joy went back to fairytale
Apocalyptica - How far

photo by Drrrieagonfllly

Anathema – Eternity, Part III (acoustic)

it finally cleared, remained back there in black and white
lots of gray, just a picture of what, how it was. one by one colors are coming back, painting each thought, bringing the light in between each piece of memory
a guitar, folk, the first smile, the first kiss, youthfulness, hands, a chaos of hands
sun, rain, thunder, leafs, chestnut trees

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quiet travel

photos by Remco

going slowly, step by step, long way ahead
leafs in colors falling on the right, wind whispering on the left
first frost just went down and now is melting quietly shining lazy in the afternoon light
dark night and shadows lay in front of the boot, mud and frozen shapes; roads walked long time ago by other steps, strong and merciless ones; they were barbarians, now they are just other humans seeking for their fairy tell
the woods so much singed about, so well known and still so real with each new breath

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