Engrossed in the rustling of unthinking step,
Being touched by the miracle of discovering ourselves
Again and again… again further ahead
we’re flitting on the wings of uncontrollable youth,
heard only by the breath of body
we’re reaching for excellence.
Saved time after time through a child’s smile
through the tear of experienced sensitivity.
Devoted entirely, without questions, without answers
Suspended halfway between Earth and Heaven
Wanting nothing but eternity…
Dance life dance until you’re allowed and until you can
Until you’re applauded as you’re real
And only then you’re worth something.
Through a sincere smile you express the whole soul
And you look straight into my eyes being unable to hide anything.
I feel like a naked begger – who so rich
because free and happy,
because he feels something and every day I stand humble given
my own weaknesses, walls of insecurity
that every man builds in himself
but what’s more interesting still able and like drinking water
still treated to love…
through devine dance.
(ME) invisible
(YOU) transparent
Limpid in muse
Minute after minute
Fulfilled with time and space of ourselves
Elusive existence, without each other for each other.
07.01.2013 (04.03.2013)
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Heart like yellow cheese
Holey, envious, recast XY times
It is getting better but it can’t be healed!
09.07.2013
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While looking for a way to NO..
The world still reminds us ABOUT..
Despite so many ways ON, WITH..
At home.
19.07.2012
Like flies on the corners run away
old relations
New ones are at once out of
distance for diminuendo
without messure and fulfilness
oldfashionable in wish to not to be oldfashionable
obsessed by memories
repetition of generations
different for the presense
for the future undefined
reserved for the Shells on the coast
whispering the melody
From the Upper about intimacy on time, from the upper
Forget about what was it before
Everytime our
Unexpected meetings
Look at me the way
You look at me the first time
As if you already met me.
Forget about everything that could never happened.
Open to be closed
Pushed away secretes-facts without covering
Inhumane in the openness of testimony
Human in utterance.
2.
Shot for the sternTaken in a hilarious way
Intimate wills
Bleeding utterances
Important and unimportant
in the context of owning oneself.
I (script, code name) (November 2016)
A heart of ice in varieties to choose from: with, without… in an instruction manualAt the bottom/for the days of my seasonality – a fruit frappe with ice.Human rhythms with mouths, without faces.My liquid existence, in a physical state, in steam.Icy hands full of wet memories of the cold.Ice storm searching for the meaning and thus reversed – falling upwards. Just the right size for me to bear.Ice surface as pure as the Wailing Wall – cold steps, connectors of generations, and a single bare foot – on the ice, hanged out to dry.Ice cubes damming up bodily channels. The passage of blood and time. The rush of trying to make it before God.Ice crystals in the hair, pinned up in inscrutable shapes. Ice makeup.Frozen body parts – storage rooms, luggage, spaces and times of coexistence to explore.The obesity of overeaten ice, the watery sensitivity of appetite – an antidote to ice arrows.A mirror of achieved colors, you in a six-pointed picture.A flake, necessarily white.Impersonally, transparently, it will melt before anybody can see it.The obsessive beauty of gaining weight, washing, being, falling into despair.Photography Veroniq Zafon
