To make a bed...

To make a bed for you and me… bed the size of heavens, with clouds instead of pillows; where you're the sun smiling from above, and I am that wind forever chasing down humbly.

To make a bed for you and me… bed of flowers instead of sheets, with spices and bodies. To come into my life and never ever walk away.

To make a bed for you and me… bed of love and warmth, to have you as a cover, and you have me forever.

Relativity of the soul

Even despite our best intentions, there comes a time when life chooses its own path. Irreversible set of coincidences changing everything, and then: dreams evaporate in the ether, daydreams fade away, desires are so low – undetectable on the Richter scale, even a bigger chunk of the soul gets lost somewhere, ends up stuck in a moment. A place where all life’s vigor is spent on friction…

In that totality of absence, all that is left is void. Large and profound, substantial irreplaceable void that remains a faithful companion through times ahead. And the only way how to compete against such devastation is to extend the limits of the soul, thus making the destruction lesser compared only with the soul. When new dreams come to power, new life also rises.

The relativity of our souls…

Life :)

It’s obvious; it’s a continual process, a perpetual movement, bifurcation, a force that drives with need for speed, impatient by nature. It’s a burn, a conceptual fire, chasing. A deafening noise, peculiar only to silence. This ray carrying synergy of light and dark, both of them at the same time. Can’t be planned, since it’s unpredictable coincidence. Takes a known shapeless form, comes as it is, acceptable by default. At times it’s clear as the far horizon, sometimes it elevates high above, in other cases carries the tars of hell within. It’s a discrepancy of time, circumstance unknown to causality, it’s here because it wants to be here. It’s a tear, it’s a smile, it’s all of us… inside me, inside you, everywhere…

This thing called life!

Incredible!

Challenging youth with curiosity, pushing and learning with feelings, beyond needs. No roads, only racetracks. Existential imperfection in life, but with knowledge that wealth and happiness always arrive promptly when they appear from the inside. A strength of will, birthmarks of wisdom, the power to believe and take appropriate actions, ideals of purity and home of everything that is regarded as good, superlatives in human behavior, exemplary notions of beauty, smile... fucking hell, this girl is far beyond academic interest, is this arousal that I feel!? 

All of this, and more, packed in such a petite body, in a most beautiful youth. I stand here impressed beyond faith, with a smile, (and believe it or not) utterly speechless, she has just brought me back to school… and she, only with her twenty something years of age, stands across any believe which I hold as most firm, challenging in rush everything that is me… she beckons! I’m compelled to consider myself invited…

Pi

Here on the hot asphalt of the city, I boil in my turmoil. Those times when I’ve set myself on fire, and even now this soul is still in flames. Count zero, wondering the industrial wasteland daydreaming to reroute the connections to the motherboard of the soul, searching in craving to find elements to rebuild those burned circuits, damage so profound on so many different levels. I didn’t think I have any levels:) 

All of this creating peculiar dynamic in a spiral of life, an open system of clinical madness where everything is chaotically intermixed and it should stay that way, because this soul doesn’t need any peace at the moment, she needs… well, you know, dirty and messy;)

Love, again

So many feelings felt, so many spoken words, all those overwhelming smiles... and only one look, only one you, and one me.

In this heat of life, in our beauties of youth… light in the soul, grace in a word, compassion in a scent, and forgiveness of the woman – love from the woman.

And I no longer remain drunk from a white lake of tears in empty hunger for happiness, there’s no more defacing pain snatching the blue out of these eyes, that deep despair in dreams is gone, no more mute cramps in the heart...

I adore your eyes, the way they see, and I… I turn into you ;)

Magic;)

Magic is reign of the soul, a horizon at the far end of things, high above all kingdoms of heaven, far beyond deepest tars of hell. She places ground into those remote layers of air, a ground where human imagination begins to roam free… this realm of the soul, out of time and beyond dimensions, endless – just like the soul herself.

Magic is revealed for the naked eye, all she requires is having a little faith, she feeds and grows only on faith. Through thin strings she connects daydreaming with reality and dreams with all waken worlds, she’s a clear border separating apart lies from the single truth – because truth has no plural.

A condition, this affinity to be seduced by the source of all colors, and for the life of me – I am seduced! Magic can be only defined as charms and beauty, imperfect and incomplete, as they’re meant to be!

Vivid circle of life

Principles of nature revealing themselves in an unusual manner, intangible and yet sensible, knowable only through mathematical probability – probabilities, they create reality. A chance to win and a chance to lose, intertwined altogether in a bigger game, more essential gamble – the vivid circle of life, vibrating on a wavelength from the core and echoing back from the edges of the skin to the core again, only to enhance the intensity! This wealth of the inner self projecting itself through the beauty of the human form!

My demand for knowledge through means of creativity, imagination and magic; only because I must know. Strange, but I know this place like I know myself. This thin string of pursue, a hazardous dance, most challenging rush, only because of the stake… and the stake is me, again!

Las islas de Ti

Dreams merge with lives made of flesh. They acquire fabric, body, scents. They’re alive, existing forevermore. In this world, in this life, dreams become that force which drives us, they conquer reality… irrevocably!

Dreaming the same dream with you, only there I find my adoration in divinity; there I meet my true self… inside you, deeply, firmly, completely! Moderation has never been in my vocabulary. When it comes to you, I’m famished and greedy! I want it, I need it all – everything that you have;)

For those who love too much, gamble to lose everything :*

Smile, yours and mine;)

Natural order of things is irreversibly altered through implementation of alchemy, by transforming rust and inertial forces of time into life… life, finding its path from the breathless bottom all the way up to the breathless surface and into the heights. An everlasting sinusoid of breathtaking paradoxes, all of the bottoms and heights of oneself… inexorably splendid and marvelous by design, in their own strange ways.

And the smile always remains, as an end and beginning of things… smile, overt as it is, a doorway to our breathless souls… a soul irreversibly seduced by twisted witchcraft of the dark arts, and another thrilled by the enchantment of what can be only described as divine and pure. Corruption and innocence, creating the cupola of us, yours and mine…

The contradictions of this synergy of ours, angelic substance against an occult spirit… this moment, vast only in ecstasy, as it is… still ours, yours and mine;)