pieces of light

Sounds cause images to unexpectedly fly up. Like triggers. Cunning frenemies, they act like mines and blow up linear coherence. In the end, it’s some sort of visual music that I feel.
Somehow, I kept recalling a visual choreography. What a view... me sitting on the top of a building, with my hands on the knees completely lost in colors and frames. A long and mind-twisting trip, while the music on my IPod was flowing through my ears.
Re-wiring paths. Re-collecting fragments.
Re-designing mind-soul connectors.
A wonderful inner-city view; almost alive. Come with me, let's try to change …. It was changing with every blink. Lights and shadows, contours. I was chasing warm bright colors and light vowels. A maze. When I think of that place, it’s like going back home. Amazing. And if that feeling is real? I wanna believe… so common, break through. I only have to follow the (heart)beat. The images are flowing apparently in complete disarray. But I know their sequence is no longer bizarre. Coincidences, she used to say. Maybe. However, what if I hold my hands… and get the real thing?


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Dew

And I spent some time reading in a bus, flying from one word to another and touching the soft and subtle skin of words. Deep textured brocade, embossed feelings, embroidered fragments of the past.
It’s a tricky dangerous dance with words and fears. What is the taste of deceit? It tastes like a cloudy autumn afternoon, with a palpable touch of tiredness, sadness and defeat.
People change. We’re strange creatures that go on changing minute by minute and hour by hour.
And then I felt stronger than ever, that I miss mornings. I miss mornings as much as I miss winter and snow. I miss the cold fresh air, its smell of blossoms and dew. I have never felt dew under my feet but I want so intensely to feel that cold warm sensation, to touch with my fingers the delicate film of light violet mist and let myself breathe in the raw light breaking through the last haze of night.

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