over the new dust of the gray day , breaths of my shoulders searching landscapes among the veins of the furniture .
wood wood wood dark ancient wood wood wood . silent witness of foerign moviments .
white shine on black shoes , black shadow on white coat .
white witness of dark moviments . i have a corridor of veins upon my taste for silence . new dust of the gray day on the window glass . black bird hits against it any way . black spot , black blast . my black old shoes side by side the dark ancient furniture . heavy wood . breaths of my shoulders . white witness of the time . wrong wrong flights .
the most sincere moviments of my heart lie to me , it was a mistake , the voice of the pain of the world , a scape . i got fake , as all then that i thought have taken distance and denied in my life .............. all the violence of my lack of reaction lays a good sense between the white pale light and the dark wood table . what a wise He was for have said : " my kingdon doesn't belong to this world . "
nothing about human nature comes fron the truth , it's all illusion . i dedicated my life , my best gestures and feelings , to lie to myself , and nobody was more sincere then me . i just feel like to throw up .
so this is life without lie . is to bear and to bear and to bear and to learn to do not be a fool anymore and die and be saved .
what a ridiculous imature i was to believe that there was something else . now i have to bear my shame as well .
-take back the thread , i am not going to sew ornaments on the way to pretend i'm doing something .
-take back your threat , destiny , i 'm staring at you and i'm going to shut you up , rule over you , filthy emptyness , till the end of my days .
i am a white witness of my own dark foerign moviments . it is not going to be dark anymore , not even for me . it is not going to be foerign .but at the end it is going to be unnecessary , as everything else made by man .
make me lose myself fron myself because i know nothing and this nothing must to be left behind . NOW .
out of the black and white of the beliefs , into the unknown anonym colors of the truth that brings this kind of solitude for who is incarnate into this world .
6/23/2009
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by learning the "numbers"...I learned to paint life by the "numbers"
by understanding my "learning"...I knew the "numbers" were illusions, goals, things solvent and as such unreachable.......
by "knowing" I can accept "solution" as being solvent in the temporary beauty of my "learning"
SPOTTEDWOLF - i see . I believe that i simplified , no , i excluded , many things about the beaut of the small details of life that makes all get's great , on this text.
i don't like to explain things , but when i wrote this , i was siting on my bedroon looking my last works and believing all that was mediocre and lost alread .that i had spent my life doing that and at the end , for what ? what did i improve on this world , what any one improved on this word since the begining of the times , that's the reason i say on the text that human nature is a lie , ilusion . but let me ask you to do not take one text of mine and see as all i believe is there . i am too passional , and say always what comes in my mind , but i never close the door , just let it be expressed .
Enquanto Isso...
It's all true, all at once.
Susan - enquanto isso ?!!!!!!
SUSAN ARTSPARKER - you always surprise me , i don't even know what to say . i go to your blog every day and don't leave a comment. just come back mude .i love it all , but sometimes i feel that if i just comment to say hi , you would think i'am fake , as i never have nothing interessant to say ... i go way .
for me to know you came to visit me , make my day .
I think your work is quite stunning and delight in visiting your blog.
Here's a link to my drawing of Marisa Monte.
http://artsparktheatre.blogspot.com/2008/08/marisa-monte.html
I found her quite by chance, looking for another singer with a similar name -
to lie to others is easy, to lie to oneself self-defeating. learning to feel your way through the truth, to the truth, is the only way to true living and freedom.
yes shadow , i do believe that self-knowlege , is the best medicine for do not spend the life lieing to yourself .and then .... you said all .....
SUSAN - I SAW THE MARISA MONTE'S drawing . i liked the way you gave to her moviment .she has more expontaneous life in your drawing than on stage ( too cruel with her ? ) no , just fair with you .
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