a tree sits in a bird
singing
flying over here
flying over there
admiring the violet skies
as no one other before
the tree knows how to enjoy all this
how the clap and laugh with his laud voice
he knows how to see through his branches
and not go for more
over the hills
over the tree’s forehead
over his tiny house
the sun cleans his garden dancing
everything goes by in a heartbeat
clocks became friends with people
people became friends with people
this madness and immense beauty
can be seen by almost anyone now
vineri, 28 iulie 2017
duminică, 16 iulie 2017
banks, taxis and good people
those who want to help will get to heaven
even if heaven is a lie
even if heaven is a lie
visual contact is our way to say
take a sit take a sip my name is however you wanna call me
this is how amelie came to be
counting clouds, strings and strangers
tracking smiles
this is who i am
nothing belongs to me
i am a calm breath
a deer
a human
i am my one thousand mistakes that turned into lessons
i am the tiger that turned into a butterfly and back
seeing things as i am
new sounds new hands bending together
launching myself into reality
eating snakes birds and regrets
can not run from my obsessions but i can build new ones
apartments and houses and trees and whaterfalls
what a beauty - being alive
what a mistery
we should only play
be as we are
go after a new journey every day
when i write i am invincible
so are you
sending signals on the other side
although i sense this is the only side
of the coin
of the empire
take what's not yours
give it back
no return no return
a young girl in the train station
a crocodile talking with his uncle
hey uncle why do we see so much
and breath so little
you see this is an illussion
there's no mind
no morallity
keep swimming with no effort
observe the observable
there is no end to it
possibly no beginning
keep burning
salt and species
what a beauty - being alive
even if heaven is a lie
even if heaven is a lie
visual contact is our way to say
take a sit take a sip my name is however you wanna call me
this is how amelie came to be
counting clouds, strings and strangers
tracking smiles
this is who i am
nothing belongs to me
i am a calm breath
a deer
a human
i am my one thousand mistakes that turned into lessons
i am the tiger that turned into a butterfly and back
seeing things as i am
new sounds new hands bending together
launching myself into reality
eating snakes birds and regrets
can not run from my obsessions but i can build new ones
apartments and houses and trees and whaterfalls
what a beauty - being alive
what a mistery
we should only play
be as we are
go after a new journey every day
when i write i am invincible
so are you
sending signals on the other side
although i sense this is the only side
of the coin
of the empire
take what's not yours
give it back
no return no return
a young girl in the train station
a crocodile talking with his uncle
hey uncle why do we see so much
and breath so little
you see this is an illussion
there's no mind
no morallity
keep swimming with no effort
observe the observable
there is no end to it
possibly no beginning
keep burning
salt and species
what a beauty - being alive
vineri, 14 iulie 2017
calm 2
meditând m-am văzut cerb
respiram pășeam dinăuntru
fără mândrie fără atașament
apoi am văzut din nou desenul cel nou
cerc galben
albastru
roșu
două petale roz pe post de cap
dimineața zâmbește
suflet lejer
cuvântul respiră
pace
închid ochii și mă văd așa cum sunt
deschid ochii și mă văd așa cum sunt
respiram pășeam dinăuntru
fără mândrie fără atașament
apoi am văzut din nou desenul cel nou
cerc galben
albastru
roșu
două petale roz pe post de cap
dimineața zâmbește
suflet lejer
cuvântul respiră
pace
închid ochii și mă văd așa cum sunt
deschid ochii și mă văd așa cum sunt
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