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well here's to you who insisted i have a blog.Now i have it.So i hope you noted down the web address and dont ask me gain in skype the same thing over and over again!Bless you motherfuckers and remember that a mother is a sacred person.
into the landscape of music
strolling across the city, with music on. The music is not the only thing that fills me; images come at me like flying through a corn field. The music's increasing tempo hastens my steps as i try to soothe my inner demons. My heart races and every part of my dignity force me not to swirl, following the sounds that reasonate playfully inside my head. Images quickly change; forests then fields that bury themselves into mountains, reaching high then plunging themselves into deep seas and resurface, tracing the water until i find myself back into my body, walking in the city. I believe that the music will get you out of my head. I am wrong.
a cat's tale
I was sitting on the balcony when the cat from across the street made her way into my garden, it wasnt actually my garden but the neighbor's but i liked it so much that it could have been mine to begin with.I tried to intiate a conversation but i remembered i didnt know that language as it was in my schedule to apprehend-couldnt find the time though. So there i was with nothing to say until another cat showed up and started talking to my cat; she wasnt my cat but i would like her to be so, which meant i had the right to think so. They started talking to each other probably about my incompetence to utter a single miaow- i don't know if they were talking about that but i was feeling so bad that i couldnt, i just took for granted that they talked about that. After 3 hours or so she left. I watched her distancing herself hopping around waving her tail and leaving me no tale to tell. I grabbed a back of unfinished whiskas and nearly choked on them till i was full. Washed it down with a glass of milk. Then i miaowled all night at myself-i am not used to milk and it always gets me-about not knowing the language and customs. Sometimes words come later than expected. Actions follow long after the words sometimes.
missing a storyline to forever along the road
Returning seems some time as empty as when leaving to fill yourself with something. Countless kilometers. Endless rows of people cross your eyesight. Their stories entwine with yours for just brief moments. But then it is that your eyes are filled with images that don't change. Hidden in the security of your deepest pockets. Stuck in the inner chamber of your thoughts. Like a tune you got tenaciously in your mouth, one that you heard and wont leave your lips until you sing all the song and fill your ears with this melody. Could be a whim only to just enjoy this brief tune. What if this tune is in your mind for such a long time? What if you cant ever get its words right? Always in this predicament were you cannot sing it. Always trapped in this crowd that stares at you on the first attempts to catch this wonderful tune. You just know what it feels like to want something so badly and then miss on the only opportunity to have the chance to fill your mouth with this melody that breaks in your lips like a tidal wave. Some words i can speak, sometimes maybe sound this, but should i had this moment again, i can sing this tune. I can pass it on to you as strongly as the feeling of this desire. But then that is the thing with moments. You have it for such a little time and then it is gone. And i missed my chance of having more of those.
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