conforme

*i like my milk to dance before i drink it

da(E)mon

"i wont' kill myself, trying to stay in your life"

ernest

"All things truly wicked start from an innocence." *

*but nobody seems to be innocent here

got

the only certainty: the most absolute uncertainty

jlb

The useless dawn finds me in a deserted streetcorner; I have
outlived the night.
Nights are proud waves: darkblue topheavy waves laden with all
hues of deep spoil, laden with things unlikely and desirable.
Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals, of things
half given away, half, withheld, of joys with a dark
hemisphere. Nights act that way, I tell you.
The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds and odd
ends: some hated friends to chat with, music for dreams,
and the smoking of bitter ashes. The things my hungry
heart has no use for.
The big wave brought you.
Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly
beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words.
The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street of my city.
Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to make your name,
the lilt of your laughter: these are illustrious toys
you have left me.
I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find them; I tell
them to the few stray dogs and to the few stray stars
of the dawn.
Your dark rich life…
I must get at you, somehow: I put away those illustrious toys
you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile
—that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows.

gun

*and when she lets me slip away
she turns me on
all my violence is gone

request

because it is not a good idea loving me

but i'll ask you to do it anyway

tuturuttt tuturuuuuuuut tu tut*

*lalalaaaaaaaa lala lalala lalalaaaaaaa

old

the problem of not being daddy's girl anymore*

*i'm socking the world on my own

fauvism

comme vous êtes bête, monsieur matisse!! *

*absolutely ironic

comeOn

tender is the ghost

the ghost i love the most

hiding from the sun

waiting for the night to come*

*i'm waiting for that feeling, weitin for dat filin, vueitin for dat filin chu cam, lalalala laaaaaaaaa, lala lalalaaaaa

being

once upon a time (many but many years ago) i was a cat, for a while

but nowadays i'm a mouse

or probably a nail*

*who knows?

shake

:;,,, and because the earthquake, my city moved 2,5 centimetres to the west *

*when all i wanted was to be closer to the east

jatCack

MY CAT//Kittigindoo sits/ on his haunches on the/cement drive in the/shade turned half/around listening-- he/now with pricking/ ears is looking up at / house windows, eyes/ green & dissatisfied/--when I call him/ he is in a/ trance looking strait/ ahead & his ears/ prick & he moves/his little mouth--*

* a cat with green and dissatisfied eyes... so appropriated and a little tragic

conforme

at the end, the only tag appropriated for all the posts of this blog is "nonsense"

tragedie

Xculture

*sometimes i should like to live inside a museum

confusion

Are you like me, confused
All included but you

Alone...

one of the things that i like the most about my dreams is that during them, there are no problems about languages or translations.

everybody speak their own language, but it is so easy to understand the other*

*now that i think, it is because they are probably mute at all (?)

monism4

sometimes i dont know if my fingers are mine or if they belong to him

sometimes i feel that his strings in fact are my veins

* my bass and i are monist too

cloudoubting

so many doubts

so many clouds

or maybe clouds of doubts*

*tragic tragic tragic, ha!

truth

je comprands Richard Rowan*

*from Exiles, by James Joyce

monism3

i learnt that i can be a fountain too

a fountain pen*

*maybe a blue one

true

i dont care about the place
it is the less important
i'm not kidding
i'm not joking

the place never matters*

*things will be as they have to be

gr'ng

celep2

- i like monism
- celep too
- i like celep. does he speak english?
- fluently *
- i would like to be his friend

*and she liked so much when he said "fluently", because she imagined that celep was a fountain.
** like the fountain of wisdom, you know what i mean... don't you?

record

monism2

More heavenly than those glittering stars we hold the eternal eyes which the Night hath opened within us. Farther they see than the palest of those countless hosts -- needing no aid from the light, they penetrate the depths of a loving soul -- that fills a loftier region with bliss ineffable. Glory to the queen of the world, to the great prophet of the holier worlds, to the guardian of blissful love -- she sends thee to me -- thou tenderly beloved -- the gracious sun of the Night, -- now am I awake -- for now am I thine and mine -- thou hast made me know the Night -- made of me a man -- consume with spirit-fire my body, that I, turned to finer air, may mingle more closely with thee, and then our bridal night endure forever.

Novalis, "Hymns to the night"

celep

"the nature is not rich as meaning, but connotation"*

* this quote is turning in circles inside my mind

** i wanted to put a photo of celep, but i don't have any :0(