Bali – violence, mystic breeze, the miracle of the small man

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.

Bali-land first nights – feeling the air

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.