19 Dec 2009
18 Dec 2009
15 Dec 2009
12 Dec 2009
deep
it's deep
my mind
and
my search
is
and
the forests
are deep
*
there
I'll tie
my
slender hands
to you
7 Dec 2009
1 Dec 2009
cut out
26 Nov 2009
15 Nov 2009
4 Nov 2009
30 Sept 2009
someone else
it was only the leaves swirling in the wind that had color then
the rest was a mirage - objects with no clear shapes, colors or names
dream is not reality
and reality is not a dream
why chase one when you have another and vice versa
why someone else's cup of tea always tastes better
why the color of my eyes changes after each rain and never gets back to its original
I've sinned
28 Sept 2009
24 Sept 2009
tear clear
through poppy field I run
to catch and befringe
with tear clear thread
shadows of the cranes
heading south
after the last rain
22 Sept 2009
ballad of my autumns
I heard pears falling onto my roof again
and saw the stars mirrored onto all other skies at once
three steps back, where..
where
where frozen smiles and joys were left to age
while tears and fears were tighten to my slender feet
now would I climb that roof again with
such
weight on me
6 Sept 2009
4 Sept 2009
something
please, turn me
inside
out
there is something missing
please, flip me
upside
down
there is something missing
please, get
in
and
out
there is something
missing
(visual from http://streetqueen.deviantart.com/)
1 Sept 2009
last summer dance
here I am
my bare feet scuffle leaves on cold evening grounds
westerly wind curls eyelashes and tickles the back of my neck
I can hear the fox nearby
and
I am finally ready for it
me and the other half of my shadow will dance to celebrate the secrets and sorrows of this grand summer
I wish that all the waters would stop flowing for that moment filled with stubborn grace
31 Aug 2009
21 Aug 2009
now
'awareness is the state or ability to perceive, to feel, or to be conscious of events, objects or sensory patterns. In this level of consciousness, sense data can be confirmed by an observer without necessarily implying understanding...'
(it is said so)
I think now I really know what awareness is.
shadow
when I was 15, my best friend was 18.
we sat in a big dark field of a strange foreign country and talked. she was saying then that materialistic things are meaningless. I remember strongly opposing her idea.
today I look around and count the items that I own.
tomorrow I'll give half of them away.
the day after I'll forget about them.
from then on my shadow will be much lighter.
visual borrowed from http://www.flickr.com/photos/manfredi90/3765607603/
27 Jul 2009
11 Jul 2009
holly-days
the little girl is extremely happy.
colorful hair bands and a straw hat.
tiny toes dipped in a warm sea water.
9 Jul 2009
leaving
I'll crave for you when hitting the rocks with my bare feet under Ionian sun.
I'll drink warm night's rain instead.
It'll wash my dry throat while I'm in the far land...
8 Jul 2009
24 Jun 2009
'summer stands still
as tiny as a bird
with colored chest
on the edge of the forest'
a poor translation of an excerpt by Aldona Gustas
I found two big bright stars in my handbag this morning (I think it was Gemma and Alkaid). I wonder who fished them out from deep waters of the river when pine trees swayed their tall heads in evening's breeze...
(screens by Hasegawa Tohaku)
23 Jun 2009
the world of blue
'blue is the color of the sky
blue is the color of the mountains
blue is the color of the sea'
(Spain World of Blue)
blue is the color of me
do you believe in fairies
I forgot to ask if you believed in fairies
later you showed me one
(magical visuals were found)
21 Jun 2009
...when the fox disappeared into the dark and left us two alone you said that we should try be honest with our own feelings.
I said nothing.
the clouds above the river looked like the ones by Dali.
purple
green
blue
yellow
very slim and very long.
I watched the clouds and said nothing.
white soft mist floated above the dark waters slowly swaying. birds sang mesmerizing lullabies right above us. the air was thick. just before the
r
a
i
n
I wanted to ask you whether your body was still connected to your mind. mine wasn't.
that single motionless moment I didn't want to be a bird anymore.
but you still waited for me to say something.
I said nothing.
the clouds above the river looked like the ones by Dali.
purple
green
blue
yellow
very slim and very long.
I watched the clouds and said nothing.
white soft mist floated above the dark waters slowly swaying. birds sang mesmerizing lullabies right above us. the air was thick. just before the
r
a
i
n
I wanted to ask you whether your body was still connected to your mind. mine wasn't.
that single motionless moment I didn't want to be a bird anymore.
but you still waited for me to say something.
17 Jun 2009
presents from gods
...and after that Gods would sit in their thrones up in the trees, under a river float, inside the humming birds, on the edge of the cliff or right next to you and sip silky high mountain oolongs from see through singing cups.
their job is done.
things taste different now.
12 Jun 2009
she silently tiptoes behind me when my eyes are fixed on rippled reflections of dark skies.
I wonder if it's the water or the clouds that move... or maybe me. or perhaps all together but in different directions.
she peeks at me briefly when passing but hesitates to stop by.
in a split second she's crossing the river via a bridge.
instinctively I disappear into the ripples.
now we are one.
I wonder if it's the water or the clouds that move... or maybe me. or perhaps all together but in different directions.
she peeks at me briefly when passing but hesitates to stop by.
in a split second she's crossing the river via a bridge.
instinctively I disappear into the ripples.
now we are one.
11 Jun 2009
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