deed & intention

"There’s a thin line between what I’ve lost and what I’ve never dreamed of obtaining. In the mind,..."

Tue, 01 Feb 2011 05:02:14 -0500

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There’s a thin line between what I’ve lost and what I’ve never dreamed of obtaining. In the mind, the color blind is freshly dissolved, the eager menace is a true bird who’ll conspire to none but will suddenly break the silence of those who dare to speak, with their lips well sealed. I walk. Through many shades of gray I walk and dance alone, speaking honestly to myself, waiting for nothing to detain me but the fear of not living to see it coming true.

Is it much? To wait?

Maybe.

Is it even harder to wait in silence in the hopes someone will listen to what I have to say inside of my mind? It’s a crime, yes indeed. But the demonstrations have pursued me, the readiness in which it dismisses my commands is undoubtedly absolute. I shall run free once more, walking and dancing alone. Living in my head, bathing in my heart and then finally sheltering myself from harm in your bosom.

We shall be free.

”

subjects in arms

Fri, 14 Jan 2011 16:54:22 -0500

I’ve got history by the balls/ It cries for help and no one hears/ Sounds it makes are inaudible/ to those with dirty, selective ears./ Fierce and witty, lucky charm/ I’ve got it roughly by the hands/ Learned to flirt with it in arms/ Learned to use it time again./ I’ve let words do all the talking/ when the eyes, they look outlying/ There’s a truth to every warning/ There’s a lie to every audacity./ There is history in my bones/ Art and music in my veins/ I got law stuck between my teeth/ and bad philosophy in my brains./ I got poetry like no one would/ I would brag, but it won’t do/ I fly high when you don’t look/ I fly high and need no fluke…

"would you believe something so magical, something so pure and unreachable coming true that the sun..."

Thu, 13 Jan 2011 18:30:00 -0500

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would you believe something so magical, something so pure and unreachable coming true that the sun in awe would dare to stay, just a bit longer, dying our skins with its warm glow?

an answer, that would be the answer: the sun would stand in awe, halfway down, peeking through the clouds…

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just, listen

Sun, 19 Dec 2010 22:50:46 -0500

thedefinitivealice:

‘We are such spendthrifts with our lives. The trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss you can muster. I’m not running for sainthood. I just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who puts back into the soil what he takes out.’

What is not here.

Sun, 12 Dec 2010 15:37:53 -0500

The quiet despair, the hopelessness. The end of a rope that does not do justice, it’s all here. All in here. The very dark secrets that seem so natural, that live and breathe like you and me, it’s all here. The sense of calm, limitation, tranquility that you insist on embracing, it’s all here.

Do you know what is not here? Me. I’ve been gone for the past years, for the last days, for the fading hour. I have been long gone and dead like a bird who got tired to scream while everyone around me stared and commented ‘oh, what a beautiful singing bird you got here’! I’ve been dead.

"Mind me, I belong in quiet places. Quiet corners of crowded cafes sitting nowhere but deep into the..."

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 18:40:00 -0500

“Mind me, I belong in quiet places. Quiet corners of crowded cafes sitting nowhere but deep into the crowded centers of the busiest cities in the planet. My world needs its silence amongst the chaotic voices and movements of a world I never planned to live in.”

Photo

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 16:08:13 -0500

the way in

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 16:01:32 -0500

I walked through the drizzle that now seemed more like a cold rush of wind against my pale and absolutely virgin skin. I had not a touch of mascara to my name and my old jeans and faded black fake leather jacket seemed to give in the amount of money I had saved in my bank account. The conversation of the day before reminded me of my naive and inconstant honesty: I had mentioned the words “fucked” and “whatever” more than twice making him notice my challenging presence in a more obvious way. I was in fact a menace to my own success… at least that’s what I thought.

All seemed normal. Very normal indeed. So normal I wanted to...

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 15:52:22 -0500

All seemed normal. Very normal indeed. So normal I wanted to scream. Another day of work, another day of slavery for whatever we call fuel, no, not passion but money. The good old green matter that is what drives us all.

"How long can I stay in this nowhere café, ‘fore night turns into day. I wonder why I’m..."

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 15:44:34 -0500

““How long can I stay in this nowhere café, ‘fore night turns into day.
I wonder why I’m so frightened of dawn. All I have and all I know is
this dream of you - Which keeps me living on.””

- Bob Dylan

"the flickering flame burning bright on the crack of a spring afternoon, the very thought of waiting..."

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 15:42:25 -0500

“the flickering flame burning bright on the crack of a spring afternoon, the very thought of waiting for you doesn’t seem so bad when it’s not that bad to wait for those who stir your pulse and cause your temperature to rise. i mean it, my body can feel the nearness of you even when you are miles and miles away.”

they love him. in the hopes he will touch them and treat them the way he touches and treats his...

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 15:40:44 -0500

they love him. in the hopes he will touch them and treat them the way he touches and treats his guitar, they wait for him, only to discover that the truth is… absolutely different.

the light softly brightens his skin… the glossy lips - wet from so many careless words and angry movements thrown against a wall of illusion - and the sweaty and intense facial expressions are also bathed by the blinding spotlight, the awkward-unappealing-for-many, inconsequent and harshly-easy-to-blend-in messy hair style, the heavy black leather jacket all too old to be easily placed at a certain moment of time and space and his hardworking, ever flinty and absolutely horribly groomed hands are also under the lovingly frivolous attack of the unsound shine.

all the melting eyes perceive him.

all the minds receive him.

the setting is complete.

the man of my dreams and olives

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 15:25:23 -0500

Camille told me that, she knows about her man.

- What man? I asked, the man of my dreams is what she answered.

“When I meet the man of my dreams, he’ll be eating an olive. Black, green, stuffed or not, he’ll be mentioning how much he enjoys it, how the flavor of this strange fruit intensifies his pleasure in living. His fingers will be oily, his lips wondrously wet. His eyes? They’ll be smiling a thousand smiles of sheer mirth while looking for no excuses to take his excitement away.

The man of my dreams will wonder how can anyone hate such enlightening fruit, such delightful taste…

Then, I’ll get closer to him and say “well… and I thought sanity was a thing of the past!”, he’ll smile and answer “there’s no greater wisdom than that of the taste buds…”, I’ll rest my case, stop all searching and finally, life will be complete.”

I’ll take care of your dinner, baby

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 15:21:16 -0500

I’ll take care of your dinner, baby