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::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.
.:Lo wrote this at: 3:06 PM:.
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::Midwinter in it's own season
Lekkerkerk Feb. 2007
Midwinter in it's own season.
Between frost and snow...
I' ve seen you before, winter, while you were sleeping
suspended in time.
Between melting and freezing.
As if someone coulated ecstatic and insasiate our last minutes of warmth.
I' ve imagined you...naked, white, virgin.
I wish I had met you before
Between blossom and snow
Without looking into the light, but bringing it up to the dark time of the year.
.:Lo wrote this at: 3:58 PM:.
...
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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Lekkerkerk Feb. 2007Midwinter in it's own season.
Between frost and snow...
I' ve seen you before, winter, while you were sleeping
suspended in time.
Between melting and freezing.
As if someone coulated ecstatic and insasiate our last minutes of warmth.
I' ve imagined you...naked, white, virgin.
I wish I had met you before
Between blossom and snow
Without looking into the light, but bringing it up to the dark time of the year.
Labels: frost, season, snow, winter
::Ik zit tussen nu en ooit, maar nooit was altijd erbij... Siempre a la orden!
Uma noite de música afinada com as harmonias telúricas, vibrações e rítmos... `Se sumergió en la algarabía caliente de los pimpiabotas y los vendedores de pájaros, de los libreros de lance y de los curanderos y las pregoneras de dulce que anunciaban a gritos por encima de la bulla cocadas de piña para la niña, las de coco para los locos, las de panela para Micaela." *El amor en los tiempos del cólera
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