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Thursday, April 10, 2008

Routine

Routine Spring summer autumn winter. The perennial chain of nature. Powerful and consuming like a cyclon enveloping humans. We, the thinking beings, follow, getting trapped in the web of time. When struck by disaster, death sickness we awaken like being struck by lightning. The daily thoughts and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 6, 2008

The silent women

The silent women They walk among us they are seen but not stared. No eye contact.; like shadows they carry the memories when young, beautiful and sought after. The deep wrinkle between the eyes, the trace of thought and wisdom, the worry that what lies ahead is less than what is left behind.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 5, 2008

Ode to Man

Ode to Man Raised to face life and conquer he had one purpose:success. He undistorted follows the set path. The brainwash of power has been done perfectly becoming his rocky convictions. Weakness being his hated enemy, he successfully has fought the devious enemy incarnated in the flesh of a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 31, 2008

Sunday

Sunday The soft breeze sweeps the atmoshere, translucent, light and warm. Windows closed the absece evident. Quiet solitude behind the walls, a squeaking door opens, a gush of air penetrates, the forgetful man enters and leaves. A delayed engine starts destroying natures sound; a bell in cacophony... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Loneliness and Freedom continued

Loneliness and Freedom continued... The sudden loud voices, the quick,steps, brought her back to reality. The magic was gone.University students, like incarnated Vikings, were going fast to their lectures, holding the books under the armpits, like dead babies. She felt nauseated: A foreigner amongst... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 28, 2008

Loneliness and Freedom

The sky was blue shimmering, translucent, trying hard to make her soul light. But she was immersed in deep thoughts. Her light walk trampled over the fallen jacaranda flowers making a muted complaining sound. The smell of dried pine leafs stung her memory. Pine trees dried green, dark, light, new,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thalassa-sea

Thalassa-sea Jasmine smells entangled with the autumn sun. Light shimmering, clouds travel throught he moisture of the coming winter. Nature depleted, gives away the dying smells of a gone summer. She hugs the sun the last embrace, reluctant to part. He, the unfaithful lover, will warm the expectant... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Longing

Longing He circles like the insect around the sweet flower that eludes him. Sea he adores, pine trees enticing him to their acid smell. Sun in its debauchery bathes the city, light of life, life in its lightness. Thirsty senses devouring what has been denied, lost in its ambivalence. Desire lingers,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 23, 2008

The Choice

The Choice Raised to be sacrificed to the highest bidder, enriched by curlture, she is made by the "wisest" to wait untouched for the right one to come. Time goes by and life slips away not able to stop its endless race to infinity. The desperate soul remains immobile, a poor watcher. Her waiting... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

Earth

EARTH From far a blue pearl infinite small, perishable fascinating. Moving in the deadly silence bursting with energy follows the rhythm of a well-rehearsed dance. Untouched quiet carries in its pregnant belly the shortsighted ants. Humans lonely in the universe crowded down below,slaves to time... Sign in to see full entry.

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Female choreographer restless and searching for the essence in things and people. I suffer from an existentialist depression since the age of sixteen. This includes a melancholy for humanity and its fate to perish and disappear. The best thing to do to escape or at least combat this feeling is to be creative and have a good relationship to people.

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