Saturday, August 20, 2005

Rumba

S: For a moment I thot she looked at me. While dancing on the stage she found me in that huge crowd. Happy illusion..
...but lets keep it my way.

H: ....and the screaching sound of metal guitar was driving me mad. So mad that I wanted to close my eyes and swing
my head. I wish I was there alone.

S: You said it as if you were in the middle of a story. I don't understand you too well..wish I did. Anyways, did you
notice that each muscle on her legs and arms twisted like they had a mind of their own. They created their own music.
She was not herself then. She tranformed into this bundle of movements. I don't remember any theme in that dance. It
was random sequence of shapes reminiscent of nothing.

H: ....Sometimes it doesn't have an origin. Never ends itself. Just dissapears. but still is beautiful. Things can be
that way I guess. We just don't acknowledge something we are unable to relate to what we have already seen. I think I
should give up the guilt of not being able to define a pattern in things I like.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

On the way

My thoughts echo in this wilderness
as the sun rustles down
oh, what a journey it would have been
I should have taken him along

Nothing changes,
not much happens, on these roads
there will be no village at the end,
where I will make my home

Wait a minute, the sound is changing
is there someone again! walking by
this day I will travel with him
I am brave enough,
prepared enough, to laugh and cry

And when he leaves, we will keep the stare
till someone gives up and turns away
I saw this coming, but can't help the regrets
oh but, what a journey it had been, this day, today


Now again when I am alone
no form ,no thought, nothing is left of you
not even a desire, just a hollow longing
somewhere ahead we will meet and part again
its a long winding road and me & you