2013

20-9-12

It might be a tear dropping from her eyes, with women singing in high tones.

That changes the light so bright that her skin is perfectly clear.

This moment doesn't need a story,

it's intensely understood by any caring  person.

It is these moments we retrieve our own stories, in sadness

I have to let her go, the tear are not hers but mine now.

I live this moment.

A clear bright sky, perfect shades of blue with just a single cloud.

Nature shaped, without identity.

Celo sounds while her long hair waves in the warm wind.

Sweet smells surround is.

I do love her smile, but I also know it is not one with happiness.

Her eyes open slowly while she turns to me.

Beauty will never be defined but it can't get any closer to this.

Her hand reaches and I know it will be warm when I touch her.

But she is to far, slowly moving away, helpless.

There is nothing I can do but to enjoy the moment,

and accept it is all over.

She fades and reality comes back.

The high voices stay.

The tears are mine, completely.

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 In sad stories she grieves,

a past without joy.

a youth without love.

Sadness hides behind strong shining eyes.

For her there is only one challenge,

the survival of the past.

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4-8-12

Know that you are named after the sunbeam that reached my heart.

That the light will never leave that place.

You don't have to search for love,

it is right there.

I stared endless times in your shining eyes,

you wouldn't know. But it is true.

For here we are, together. Love.

17-7-12

And for now,

I see the beauty of you.

The courage and strength,

it took, it takes.

Tears drop from a happy pain,

a pain that is ment to bound.

It is far from sad,

a test of devotion for you.

Open eyes scream for care,

the love is not released,

yet.

Seeing it, locked behind a pearl glitter.

We walk, we carry,

a heavy package,

without doubt,

for this is you.

And you is the sun,

that brings us life.

And for now,

I know, this feeling will grow,

Endless,

Pure.

A energetic centre,

a magnetic pulse.

We follow the stream,

into a new universe.

Steps of life

It is here, that I physically had to feel what life is about. Its these steps 1200 with 47 breaks I had to climb.
To get up I felt tired, it was a hard struggle. But with each break I got rewarded with a beatifull view. I had to climb myself, no help, no support. Me climbing the steps up in life. I had to look to see the beauty, and realized the higher I came the more beauty there was to see. I thought of giving up sometime, but I knew I would not. I wanted to reach the top and kept on pushing. I arrived to the top as tired as I could be. I enjoyed the scenery and paid my respect to the man who taught me the lesson. I knew he was not finished. From the top there is only one way left to go in life. Down, and I knew that before I started.
The same steps in reverse, I did not mind. I reached the top and had peace. I knew what the top was, a devotion in the challenge of life. A path only ourselves can walk. And the way down is no different. I was happy because from the bottom I could look up again.

24/1/12

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZ2MLkyKHxw

Surilin 1e Movie

Butterfly

An hour biking in primary jungle.

The sweet smell.

Nobody around,

Just you and nature.

Crossing a shallow river,

to be surrounded by a thousand butterflies.

A man could never feel this free,

delighted.

10-02-12

The start is never difficult, it is the endings.

9-2-12

After the song I need water.
A rithm song, lighted by a thousand candles.
For making these sounds enter in endless space,
Love is created.
Liquid frequences, floating by.
I feel the sounds of fueled passion.

The thirst refined the art work made.

30/1/12

Pure.
The first time I saw her.
Floathing.
Moving in limited space.
Seconds.
Time did not move.
Glimps.
End then it was over.
Waiting.
To breath air.
Desire.
To see you again.