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 | Never seen,
the thought swarms unhindered
between the mul tit ude of lost thoughts.
Only that,
thoughts can hear each other,
and brush against each other,
and make love with each other,
and in their delirium,
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Ode for one of the things we don't think about it
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Mar 11, 2008 3:24 am
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"Wait! your forgot to take your lunch!"
"Wait! is not done yet!"
"Wait! you're not there yet!"
"Wait! it takes time...." ...aren't those words familiar?How long time,from our life,we spend it waiting?
Today is a day dedicated to my waiting time...
I put for a coffee-at the filter of course(who's the one in those days who doesn't want to spare his time?)and wait.It takes about 3 minutes to be ready,but let's face it -we spend time poring the coffee,adding sugar or milk or both -will pass at least 4 minutes to be ready and then is time to wait...for the coffee to get cold a bit.And so,you wake up waiting at a table with your eyes starring at the emptiness ahead you,lost in thoughts,embracing old memories.You see your life passing by-try wave at it as you don't know when you'll have this chance again...
Remember how many times you were at dentist?Early or late they put you to wait.You sit on a chair and quietly wait.
The light stops...jeees how annoying this can be-it just got red a second before you got there.
You're in a hurry,almost running and in front of you is a person who's probably the slowest one you have to bump into that day.You wait for the moment when you can surpass it.Find yourself trying the right ,then the left-you move like in a game, and you u just think "if you would just feckin move aside!" .Eventually you get satisfied when u push it a bit with your shoulder while passing by.
The interminable phone holds: "Thank you for continuing to hold,we know your time is valuable",music and in about 20 seconds you hear again same voice ,same message....we call it time to wait.
Waiting for a buss,waiting at a queue,waiting for a letter,waiting for an answer to your job application you just made,waiting for a dinner,waiting ,waiting ,waiting,waiting...
...while waiting what you do? Do you get frustrated,angry,using the time for something else,do you even bother to realize you're waiting?You do all those and you might even think is not such a big deal with waiting-is just a lost time.To what extend is this true or how much deeper shall we go?
Probably the "emotional waiting" is the hardest to bare.People say: "time solves everything"...and you wait...you don't even know what you're waiting then for.How does time really solve your struggle?What you do in the meanwhile?Can you wait then for a friend to bring you a smile and move your mind from what bothers you?Can you just not think and move on and let emotions or things to find their paths?Can you wait for "the moment" to do your movement?How long can we afford to wait?
So many ways of waiting and so many types of them!There you are !Between them, waiting for the only thing that actually doesn't ever wait for you...
I grab the cup and take a sip.I like this coffee-not very hot but, neither too cold.
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World's loneliness
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Feb 26, 2011 3:24 am
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Sometimes, alone
I feel world's loneliness
Tighten up in my head,
Trudging me through hallow sermons
Toward the antipodes.
But when,
My loneliness approaches,
Sits quietly beside me
With its head on my shoulder
In haze, I lean mine in return.
Together, alone
The world doesn't seem
A Goliah asking for its David
Instead,
It's a child's cry,
Tears utter madrigals in my heart
And tenderly,
I smile.
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Traces of existence
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Jan 20, 2011 10:43 am
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Feels like it was autumn, last time I meandered between other people's thoughts, exchange gleefully some notes, a laugh down here, a flippancy down there and a carte blanche in the middle.No, come on, it was actually winter, last year, but same winter as this year. It's getting longer and longer: the year has four seasons, three well known, which in fact are two: winter. Exaggerating, but when you have already 3 and 1/2 months of winter and you know will be another 3 at least...But hey, I like it...it has snow, you know? Save goodness it has snow! Christmas was freaking freezing everything - a well distinguish minus 30 degrees and snow chaos on New Year...
So we covered the weather subject, now it's the social one turn.This has some changes,I won't deny it! I mean,it's not a biggie, I just moved back to civilization, in the middle of the city, 3 minutes walk to university, another 15 min till the train station..pretty cool...but, I can swear this world is shrinking...but shrinking, shrinking..like during 5 years in Stockholm I've never met, by mistake, a romanian and now all the sudden are everywhere.The romanian girl downstairs is quite nice and she has same peculiar laziness as I have: postponing things just because are no further than a 2 minutes phonecall thing to do; of course, in the meanwhile the heater still won't work properly, unless one develops some sort of superpowers(ah if I could read people's minds! -I know still won't fix the heater, but we're not talking about my heater you see, so it doesn't matter). Anyway, the key element for this lazyness consists in the fact that you can decide it at any time plus, the longer the delay is, the higher chance for that to be mistaken with a well established event: like from a topic of discussion with your neighbor in those dead silent moments, transforming it into an eventual celebration night out when is done. So, see?? Ordinary laziness transforms in a social event! An art, I'm telling you!! Talking of art...my mind lately was still back into the greatest times of autumn season..so yeah, this is my latest autumn painting made in the middle of the winter..delicate remembrance of what used to be a colored life.
Enough about me..how about you ? What's old - cause the new ones are always said to be the old ones, so I'm asking , what's old?
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About here this post is finished.My gratitude for your time given.
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Awaken awareness
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Oct 2, 2010 2:07 pm
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If that would be,
Under a new moon in a summer night,
Where the violinman plays to endure
Young women's dance in the grass
Or,
Under the waters
Of a flooded land,
Where corroded traces
Are a memory in themselves
Or,
Under the stifling shadow
Of some bar in the desert's midst,
Where beer breathed its air
And Gods poor their torments
Wherever that will be,
Wherever you'll find yourself,
I will be nearby,
No eyes to see,
But heartbeats to listen.
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Summer night sleep
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Sep 13, 2010 5:14 pm
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Tired feet,
With thousand needles
Pinching at once,
Let themselves carried
Into the night,
To the barrel with water.
I knew it filled
But hand is deepen,
More and more,
Till I think
I'll meet,
Another hand
Trying to reach out.
Trees whisper,
Something they once witnessed,
Eyes catch sight of the dog's shiluette
Going up and down,
Searching what once saw.
The air carries a soft rain of sounds-
God must've gathered
All the grasshoppers
In this garden.
Just like the wind,
I can feel it
Crouching into my bones,
Numbing my senses,
I'll sleep like a piece of wood
Floating on water's shiver,
It will rain tonight.
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Superhighway
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Aug 30, 2010 5:42 pm
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I run straight
In the middle of the road,
On high speed.
There is this tear,
That's been boiling
For years,
On my trigeminal nerve.
It's a beast-
Never reaching the surface
Devours me slowly,
Between
Cars and asphalt.
Boiling tears,
From many other
Eyes on fire,
Falls
On smoked cars,
Hitchhiking
Strange desires.
Banished
To the sideways,
I am a memory
Today.
I climb a tree,
For a green breathe,
And high,
Eyes bore
A hole in the sky,
Whereby
Can throw my heart -
Make from it,
A cosmic waste.
I dance,
I laugh,
I fall,
I cry,
I stand up,
I create,
I to infinite -
It's me.
Crowded in one body,
Among
A multitude of cells,
Indomitable I's
Drives
Cars on fire,
Into unknown.
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Unwords
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Apr 28, 2010 5:29 am
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I get haunted by your unwords,
Randomly they come
Sneaking from behind,
Or laterally.
Sometimes, my lips feel their touch
And I kiss them ,smiling
With a defeated sensuality.
Thoughts that should be present
Are far away,
They are a quick silver
Heavy and slipping
Much faster than I desire.
I am a stranger to my words,
Same as you are.
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Conspicuous desire
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Apr 11, 2010 11:00 am
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What if,
you would love,
feel life crackle
inside you?
Fearing not
the collapse
down your abyss
where noesis
might have thrown you.
Let Eros,
upsurge and transcendence
entangle Logos
in transparent suave flames
and I,
music of your flesh,
fuse matter,
forms and limits
in a mirthful
bath of light.
Come on,
kiss my mouth,
reach exaltation
as you taste
your bare existence,
swallow me
in one vernal
conceived thought ,
take me
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boldly!
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It's not how I wanted
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Mar 16, 2010 4:31 pm
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In that day,
The sky was a frozen blue,
Impenetrable.
Too far, too tepid,
Sun forgot
how to be fiercefull and shiny.
In such bubble,
Wet and musty ,
Earth was oozing mold.
Things were floating in leeway,
People with blunted looks
Made their flaccid steps
All around.
Is it there?
Which way?
To where?
With a flip of the hand
The old man caught the fly,
Looked at his messy hand
As death laid there.
He turned to me
With a smirk on his face,
Looking back at the hand
Nodded contentedly,
Disregarding
My wonders.
Or was he?..
In a flip flop,
I was forced to learn
How to breath
Through my brain
And not the lungs.
It was the day
When Earth ,
For a second time,
Gave birth
To me.
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