Friday, 30 September 2011
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Transitions
Are we walking in circles?
Are we walking in eights?
Have you ever felt fragile yet powerful at the same time?
Its been a long journey... with a nice lunch in the park.
We get involved in interactions. We want interactions. We screw up interactions.
Then we realise that we're still all alone. But the underground is full of people.
My house is my head. My head is my house... unfurnished.
I don't eat dead animals. I take pictures of them.
I don't cry out loud. I paint my tears with colors
I invented for myself a fake weight on a fake shoulders.
Sometimes I feel myself in present. When my eyes stare at the grass and see how it moves. Dancing.
Sometimes I forget about the present when I turned into a words prisioner. Loca.
I've always wanted to be happy, but I never knew what being happy meant.
I thought that it was about having a smiley face all the time.
Then again I've got nothing to lose. I lost my fbuk account.
I've been loosing layers and layers of wrong perspectives, and weight.
The realisations are strong and simple.
Once my mother caught me smoking weed. She offered me to take me to a therapy.
I refused.
Are we walking in eights?
Have you ever felt fragile yet powerful at the same time?
Its been a long journey... with a nice lunch in the park.
We get involved in interactions. We want interactions. We screw up interactions.
Then we realise that we're still all alone. But the underground is full of people.
My house is my head. My head is my house... unfurnished.
I don't eat dead animals. I take pictures of them.
I don't cry out loud. I paint my tears with colors
I invented for myself a fake weight on a fake shoulders.
Sometimes I feel myself in present. When my eyes stare at the grass and see how it moves. Dancing.
Sometimes I forget about the present when I turned into a words prisioner. Loca.
I've always wanted to be happy, but I never knew what being happy meant.
I thought that it was about having a smiley face all the time.
Then again I've got nothing to lose. I lost my fbuk account.
I've been loosing layers and layers of wrong perspectives, and weight.
The realisations are strong and simple.
Once my mother caught me smoking weed. She offered me to take me to a therapy.
I refused.
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Friday, 23 September 2011
attempt
I need some good music so I can start writing about something.
Ive been wanting to write anything since two weeks ago.
I've started a few lines and then I realised I had nothing to say. Yet...
I like to feel a lot when I'm writing, so I have to have good music and deep feelings
just in that way words would come fluent. If I can add any strange experience that I lived on my writing that would be just perfect. If I write and make a drawing of my words... that'd be superb.
The thing is... I have now good music, deep feelings, and quite a few odd experiences, I even have the pen and the notepad, ready to be used.. but still nothing to say nor draw really.
I tried with coffee, a strong one.. i tried with a broken relationship. That is good stuff to say, juicy stuff.
I tried to talk about things that I like, as water, fruit, seeds, sounds, colors,random people, the canal, dream of houses, random places.
I even lit up a cigarrette and nothing came across.
I must have something wrong if don't know what to talk about, I'm feeling paranoid now, what if someone have stolen all my word's creativity and is using it for a black market organisation?
What if I lost it in the street when I went out to buy a pound of peaches in the market..
Anyway it does not matter.. because I think that everything its been said already. All the letters in the alphabet are the same since long long time a go, its just a matter of mixing them to change the feeling of the sentences.
dsjkhdejklwnd dhjkdshfe cdhjkfwjk msjlkdkl
jdkjwjhd hyebdlk dhuend jueysb alenhui smkeyhs
nshuye huens gue heye ndjkd cuenfo entnd byud nre utrgbnto
Jjdnunr jklrurn mklfu when it red glosgey extremely what is fig with
blue running and time with the gloose fhuyrn rysnnm
But I have to be accurate, otherwise the result could be desastroso.
Ive been wanting to write anything since two weeks ago.
I've started a few lines and then I realised I had nothing to say. Yet...
I like to feel a lot when I'm writing, so I have to have good music and deep feelings
just in that way words would come fluent. If I can add any strange experience that I lived on my writing that would be just perfect. If I write and make a drawing of my words... that'd be superb.
The thing is... I have now good music, deep feelings, and quite a few odd experiences, I even have the pen and the notepad, ready to be used.. but still nothing to say nor draw really.
I tried with coffee, a strong one.. i tried with a broken relationship. That is good stuff to say, juicy stuff.
I tried to talk about things that I like, as water, fruit, seeds, sounds, colors,random people, the canal, dream of houses, random places.
I even lit up a cigarrette and nothing came across.
I must have something wrong if don't know what to talk about, I'm feeling paranoid now, what if someone have stolen all my word's creativity and is using it for a black market organisation?
What if I lost it in the street when I went out to buy a pound of peaches in the market..
Anyway it does not matter.. because I think that everything its been said already. All the letters in the alphabet are the same since long long time a go, its just a matter of mixing them to change the feeling of the sentences.
dsjkhdejklwnd dhjkdshfe cdhjkfwjk msjlkdkl
jdkjwjhd hyebdlk dhuend jueysb alenhui smkeyhs
nshuye huens gue heye ndjkd cuenfo entnd byud nre utrgbnto
Jjdnunr jklrurn mklfu when it red glosgey extremely what is fig with
blue running and time with the gloose fhuyrn rysnnm
But I have to be accurate, otherwise the result could be desastroso.
Tuesday, 20 September 2011
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Sunday, 4 September 2011
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