doors that open and close gates, which divide and unite ... wise curtain of the show of a life that suddenly enters the scene. This is the big bang the Ciack, the dawn, the beginning. The light of the aurora borealis lights up on us players, is the eye of whom do not even know the name. Your hands are touching each other and the network becomes energy that unites, and recognized. We re-known ancient lovers of bygone days, a single chromosome DNA of a single flower petals, branches of that tree, juxtaposed layers of a mountain rock, a trace of that left and right pair of feet. And the legs begin a journey, full of passion and love and pain. Feeling a deep sense of life took a bite, desperately clinging to a thread of meaning and significance that tie shape and divide. The doors slide over one another, creating multiple scenarios to grasp and understand. Still errors, again away, actors of life itself forced to parallel tracks, sides of the same sheet of glass, transparent ... cruelly as in the past that we have merged and then split again, until death unites successive appearance of new giving, to be WE always together again, always the same and always different.
In this metaphysical wandering up and not give in to the guilt of a love too soon killed by the hands which shook so hard to stifle it. But this is made of the passing years and leave us alone in the cold light off of a scene that we would like to do again, turn again, make sure you do not make the same mistakes again. And we cry we cry we cry with the voice that we all at that director who does not seem to feel anything, or maybe do not listen. It breaks my heart not for the effort but the immensity of love we have inside and that we would only be able to give back to those eyes of which we now know the name and the deep seabed as an endless ocean and perfect in itself .
... hand in hand we will be funny if we do not have even warned ...
19/08/2010
In this metaphysical wandering up and not give in to the guilt of a love too soon killed by the hands which shook so hard to stifle it. But this is made of the passing years and leave us alone in the cold light off of a scene that we would like to do again, turn again, make sure you do not make the same mistakes again. And we cry we cry we cry with the voice that we all at that director who does not seem to feel anything, or maybe do not listen. It breaks my heart not for the effort but the immensity of love we have inside and that we would only be able to give back to those eyes of which we now know the name and the deep seabed as an endless ocean and perfect in itself .
... hand in hand we will be funny if we do not have even warned ...
19/08/2010
