Driving across this trembling city
that once was rivers and lakes.
With a known tune in my head
it follows the path out there.
You are a home
to this wandering-unraveled
self
You're
skin,
a heart
A freckled map.
You are...
everything
I didn't know I was
missing
An imaginary city
mind dream
street, cat-alleys
caging arms
Walking in
this light-city at night
You sing songs to me
(nobody else can hear)
secret sights, smile
invented words
starry nights.
You're the common place
my windowy-eyes look for,
there
never to be found
a sleeping treasure
wordless, warm
where I will always
drive to (you)
Remedios Varo/ Cazadora de Astros
sábado, 7 de octubre de 2017
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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
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