Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tango
In the big round hall we stand, ready, like a bull and a bull fighter.
I can feel the way your eyes are looking through me as if I wasn't there.
I am there, right in front of you and you are holding my hands in yours,
you stand so close to me that I can hear your heart beats. It beats like an engine, slow and consistent and laud. Your eyes are looking beyond me into the other side of the room. me, I am looking over your shoulder and focus the wallpaper design, it has been there for many years, like us.
Suddenly, without further notice, the music starts. This music is the fuel that you machine heart runs on and now it speeds up, our moves are synchronized and no mistakes can be made. it is fast and sharp. The only way we can do it is the only way it can be done, we are there, dancing so close but yet so far, you are there in your world, lonely, surrounded by walls that were there for some time now. You lead without thinking, without seeing me flying in the air, only connected by your hands that teaches me about sharp spontaneous turns of life. By now the fire in you takes you in to new places. I can see that. I am here right next to you, following your steps carefully with my eyes closed. Synchronized, connected and apart at the same time.
I can feel the way your eyes are looking through me as if I wasn't there.
I am there, right in front of you and you are holding my hands in yours,
you stand so close to me that I can hear your heart beats. It beats like an engine, slow and consistent and laud. Your eyes are looking beyond me into the other side of the room. me, I am looking over your shoulder and focus the wallpaper design, it has been there for many years, like us.
Suddenly, without further notice, the music starts. This music is the fuel that you machine heart runs on and now it speeds up, our moves are synchronized and no mistakes can be made. it is fast and sharp. The only way we can do it is the only way it can be done, we are there, dancing so close but yet so far, you are there in your world, lonely, surrounded by walls that were there for some time now. You lead without thinking, without seeing me flying in the air, only connected by your hands that teaches me about sharp spontaneous turns of life. By now the fire in you takes you in to new places. I can see that. I am here right next to you, following your steps carefully with my eyes closed. Synchronized, connected and apart at the same time.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
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