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.:Thursday, January 24, 2008:.

This Morning

Enter without knocking, rude bastard…
All the gaps of time in between were connected
My life felt more precious than ever
The principle of uncertainty guided my life
toward my incomprehensible innocence

I woke up lovesick and bewildered
I felt peace that only rain knows about
Silence was a state of freedom
Silence in solitude

Words held their scent
it was January
gray
wintry
bitter
merciless.

This morning light filled my hand with light
and continued it’s existence in me.
De-light.

Labels: winter

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.:Lo wrote this at: 3:06 PM:.
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.:Monday, January 14, 2008:.

Anchor

Scheveningen

"I live by the ocean
and during the night
I dive into itdown to the bottom
underneath all currents
and drop my anchor
this is where I'm staying
this is my home"

Frederik Hendriklaan 62
2582 BD 's-Gravenhage

Y se abrieron las puertas.
Y entró la música.
Y la magia.
Y la arena.
Y las posibilidades.

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.:Lo wrote this at: 4:33 AM:.
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