250913 This little cloud

In a roller coaster. In an amusement park. Fastened. In Life. In a carved route. Restricted movements. The wind brings the the illusion of freedom. Steep turns. Watered by adrenaline. You lose the horizon looking for the sky. It's not enough. You may not climb. You may let the others. Just live. Once. On a beach. Here it is. The litlle cloud. UNKLE - Clouds

160913 Without Fireworks

With your eyes open it's hard not to see. Without the fireworks of your mind you live like a child. The images hug you. They dress you with color and aroma. And the others, the black and white. They snap joy from the inside of you. They make you an attorney. An accuser of your own shade. Innocent - guilty. Lost. You grew up in the big prisons. Ian Astbury - High Time Amplifier

050913 Sacred August

Grains of sand. Seeded. The picture of the beauty of the world. Still. Pending. Our life is air. Driving us. The sea defines the boundary. You accept joy. You became a part of it. In the quiet of the summer you find a shadow to leave all the things that you carry. :Like a live baggage you breathe through the pages of the book of your life. You did't want to have a holiday house to share your winter stories with your seasonal neighbors. Sometimes you feel the need: to hit your back virtually just for letting bravo sign to sit comfortably on you. Your destination seems to be a decision. It is encouraging to have a destination. Psychologists, for sure, have an explanation to this behavior. Grains of sand. Seeded. The picture of the beauty of the world. Still. Pending. Our life is air. Driving us. The sea defines the boundary. You accept joy. You became a part of it. In the quiet of the summer you find a shadow to leave all the things that you carry. :Like a live baggage you breathe through the pages of the book of your life. You did't want to have a holiday house to share your winter stories with your seasonal neighbors. Sometimes you feel the need: to hit your back virtually just for letting bravo sign to sit comfortably on you. Your destination seems to be a decision. It is encouraging to have a destination. Psychologists, for sure, have an

310713 Oblivion

In my footsteps in the shadows of people I smile secretly. A secret companion weighs my hours. It touches the wound of a battle that will not be peace or quiet. A real breath surrounds my dreams in a memory that does not punish the oblivion. Wish you Were Here - Bossa N Floyd Chillout

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