Thursday, February 07, 2008

 

intermezzo 1

if i was a smoker i'd be lighting a cigarrette now, staring at the innocuous fine cloak of the sky as the sun plays hide-n-seek again... sitting where the wind passes by, no windows, no doors, at the flat roof and smirking at the fact that i'd be thinking that i'd be writing that scene while chewing some thoughts again just to let the scene intoxicate me and take it away, at least for a while... just a thought, i guess

life goes on and there's no way to clean the mess done on our path, we deal with the consequences and it's lot better to walk with the eyes fixed on the road for, as Rambo said, most of the accidents happen when you're staring at somewhere else

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intermezzo v. 1.1

"if"
2 letters enough to take everything to the vast hills of possibilities where the flowers of every idea will bloom at its greatest splendor seducing, ensnaring, and worse than any syren, not letting anyone to get close enough to touch it (at least syrens were audible), leaving every loony drown in their own static breath, losing the link with the place they belong... "if" is the worst word
"but"
3 letters enough to complete the marriage and give birth to denial always open to the participation of their lover "and" to add more flowers on the hills

if, but, and

words that can become everyone's demise unless action is taken, execution of all those ideas surpassing all the fears and unforeseen situations because, what is dreaming worth for if you can't share it completely?

18:56:18

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