Having to say not order to start,
There's nothing to say
About moments of flesh;
Real like stone, ethereal like souls...
Not order to speak of shadows and bones
Having to say not order to start,
Telling tales of all those words
which are said without tongue.
Timing your words,
falling in the bottom of the floor.
Ceiling's going down; it's all in the world
Is it in your hands the slippery sound of cold?
Is it in your head the memory of my legs?
Is it in your lips the light of the dawn?
Nothing to say in this order of speech…
Nothing to break, nothing to blame
There’s something to say,
but no one to read.
Remedios Varo/ Cazadora de Astros
jueves, 8 de abril de 2010
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El maestro...
El triunfo de la muerte
Brueghel "El viejo", Museo del Prado Madrid 1562
Cristina Sccabia (I terribly love her)
I was born in another world strictly connected to a piece of my mind nothing more than a little land it is a small cradle where I'm a kid I am the princess in there, nothing wrong in my fantasy world I am the king, the nation, no dictators or religions no laws laid down for me I have my own liberty inside of me Nothing to lose, I want to live here.... To Myself I turned By Lacuna Coil
Loving thy art
1 comentarios:
Y por qué no habría nada que leer? Balsfema, si tu eres socool!
Oh, pequeño y dulce Martirio, estaba pensando en que tú serías algo así como Marice in Strangeland y seguramente yo sería tu Sombrerera loca...
Sigo sin entender porque no te gustó "Where the wild..." pero estoy segura de que "The Imaginarium..." te encantará... y lo mejor es que la veremos juntas!!! (y si no haces pinky promise mejor córtalas para siempre, eh!!!)
Te amuuu!
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