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.