Short Leg After Hip Replacement

The King of Limbs

(19/02/2010)

It 'time to take stock, because further delay could distort everything.

Anyway, I'm not putting words help you find the best or most just, I'm not a music critic. I leave the job to the proper authorities, or who feel like it.

I would simply write down what I'm hearing (assuming the broadest sense of the word "feeling"), simply not to forget.

8 tracks. Finger on the play button. Via.

Bloom

I open my eyes.

I awake, I open my eyes only.

The pace is relentless, as though he could never die, as if he had never had a beginning. Like it's always been here to do sottosfondo, but never had ears to listen, to perceive meaning.
The slight anxiety of not understanding what's going to happen, and do not be afraid. The fears of what could be, e che invece è.

E ritrovarsi immersi in una cupa quanto frenetica sequenza in stop-motion, dove santoni di una qualche tribù africana danzano in cerchio attorno ad un fuoco minaccioso, urlando, alzando le ginocchia al petto, i pugni al cielo. La frenesia. Tu sei quel fuoco. Brucia!

Morning Mr. Magpie

Non c’è tempo per respirare, guarda.

Occhi che viaggiano avvolti dal traffico urbano, salgono rapidi su treni in corsa, navigano in mari di folle private di volti.

Eyes that look, they recognize that they discover. Eyes that stare, looking more than the shapeless mass of hedgehogs around them.

A child wearing a dress with horizontal stripes.

isosceles triangles of the roofs of the factories.

The truth will save us?

The perfection of the teeth of Berenice.

The needles of Gaudi.

Cliffs of Moher.
I want to scream to destroy your vocal cords.

Little by little I would dance

wagging his head in a shop clocks. Gears in motion.

Feral

Hendoku iyaku. Oppholdsvaer. Othurna. Hygge. Uitwaaien. Lagom. Mandala. Kweesten. Yakamoz. Go-Honzon. Ilunga. Understatement. Aufhebung ... the strict metric of the words that encapsulate complex meanings are as beautiful as in so few letters, such as silkworms that encapsulate butterflies ... the meaning of these words, concepts, impossible to explain fully, pur utilizzando altre mille parole… l’impossibilità di esprimere pensieri in parole, in generale, ma tentare, tentare… parole serrate, come fossero ritmi.. ritmi serrati, come fossero parole.

Lotus flowers

Alza lentamente lo sguardo da terra, dove hai posato gli occhi ad osservare minacciosamente le ombre che si allungavano verso di te.
Alza lo sguardo lentamente. Ora guarda oltre, fuori.
"Ascolta il tuo cuore"...
Vorrei dipingere le ali del vento come quelle di una farfalla, ma non avrei colori suitable for transparencies and chills.

I would like to catch a ray of sunshine so I could warm your hands every time you make ice.

every time I wander that my soul wants to fly, to follow the freedom of the wind and let the rain fall down her face without opening the umbrella, to breathe the drops around me while under a sky dark, confused way singing my happiness.

Codex

A haiku. The sound of the sea in a shell. They open the gates, no one forces us more with clamps. Rid, free, free.
Let tap the pleasure to catch him without groped.

Give Up The Ghost

Pulsed organs. Life.

Separator

And finally here,

again on the road.

eyes smiling,
hands that greet
bodies waving.

A rhythmic movement, sensual.

As a flock of birds in flight

spring in the air.

I never wanted to fly, but to become a bird.

The reality is like a dream so fragile

I'm afraid if I move too fast .

And like bubble

burst.

It ends like this, without ever really woke up myself. Or maybe never asleep before.

With that strange feeling that there is continuity between dreams and some day, quell'assurda and misleading perception that wraps you in cotton wool over people and things.
And that makes you feel suspended , pending, as in a limbo.

close my eyes.