Caged birds hung from the roof ledge. Stopped singing in the face of discarded beauty. Life goes on in careless disonant rainbows sometimes. În mozaic de sfinte sparte. Sacred gods all around us.
Be assured – YOU WON’T BE SAFE anywhere on this road. Not even if you’re a motor/scooby deus.
watching this punk-rock swooping about in their skate-flow surrounded by rice fields and palm trees in THIS very spot and heat, you get to be HERE.
Transgresiuni oniric erotice se imbulzeau pe la colturile noptii. The night ride, the smell and sensuality of barely seen mostly felt smelt and tasted new “this-balisland” reality were pushing the boundaries between subconscious and manifestation. Kept everything at bay and let it all diffuse back into alter realities, slept on it. I needed to appropriate all these energies and make them work to a more reach experience the following days.
The essence of love was floating in these tropical clouds unperturbed by time, unchallenged by our decisions (mine or my lover’s), reintroducing my 39 years old soul to my 25 years young nakedness of heart.
the most discoursing ones seem to be those trembling, or with shifted silhouettes, moved, almost blurry, especially those from her beginnings. Where’s a vibration of life, of change, of frailty and instability. Each of those is an image that dances in my eyes, and that’s how it lives.