Serait ce la mer ou le ciel que je vois dans tes yeux?
Je pense après tout que c’est un mélange des deux,
Du vert, du bleu, du gris pour les vaporeux nuages
Et du blanc pour l’écume des vagues sur le rivage.
Que pourrait bien être ta peau ? Elle me semble alors
Avec sa couleur sable chaud, une plage couvrant mon corps
De caresses intrépides. Et ta chevelure d’or qui longe tes courbes,
S’illuminent d’une brillance pareille au soleil en plein jour.
Dans ce filigrane de lumière, je suis en proie à la beauté
De ce paysage imaginaire devenu tout ton être contemplé.
Sans dessus dessous nous sommes roulé dans l’ivresse du temps,
Oublions le reste, le passe, le futur, ne survit que le présent.
Oh je te vois et me perds en un regard, mais de tes baisers
Me vient un bien plus grand mystère, car mes yeux sont fermés.
that s all for today my dear journal
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Winter Light
In a time of the year where daylight starts and ends in a wink of an eye
In a world where everything born, dies instantly through our uneven knowledgeable mind
In a place where the sky, though so clear just a minute ago, becomes this clouded space which, filled with heavy rain drops, fall onto our heads like washing away our thoughts to emphasize our own uncertainties
Well I, refuse to let that happen to us, Love
And in a rare moment when, stepping back, you watch life with nothing inside to disturb its beauty and see how it is, showing a bigger picture than you thought it was and meaning to be part of it,
I write these verses,
And I,
Language from the Heart
And then you feel it again it has been a while that you didn't get this rush of words coming into your head avoiding that you feel alone when you need someone to talk to, just briefly maybe, but it's still a need, a requirement, a craving for your ears to hear something deep and meaningful to reach your heart. It doesn't only happen in real loneliness but also when you are with the person you share your life with. It doesn't mean it's bad or that you live a false life but rather a remembrance of who you are, an emotional human being with needs which cannot be understood 100% of time. So there it is, you have the answer you wanted to get al th
I'm sorry LOVE: 1st short film completed
Here we go finally the 1st project of a longer list has been compelted and ready to be spread out there in the real world...but for now it's in Edinburgh that its happening
you can watch a trailer here
http://www.vimeo.com/7644135
enjoy!!!
blossom trees
And as the witness of the scene turns the head away washed by a flow of intense feelings, envious and jealous of just being an observer of life, the whole body aching as the story unfolds itself again before his own eyes filled with tears. For so long the wind blown in the blossom trees, and frail finally fall from their heights; time goes, everything dies. But only when joyful one knows that somewhere Love is still burning in another heart.
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