luni, 28 iunie 2010

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Sufletul meu s’a plictisit
De cusca oaselor si a carnii.

Fluid si eteric,
S’a desclestat.

Mi’a susurat in ureche
De ramas bun

Si a fugit. Sa zboare.
Liber si nestingherit.

Peste mari cu suflarea linistita.
Peste munti si creste abrupte.

M’a lasat sa dorm rece si adanc.
Pana cand a revenit.

Improspatat cu adieri
De departe.

M’a trezit cu ochi sticlosi
De lac inghetat.

Si respiratie intretaiata
De libertate si libertati.

Buna dimineata.


There are an infinity of ways in which you can move from that spot over there to here. But have you figured out those movements in your head, or are we seeing your soul in motion? Even that fleck at the tip of your nail embodies your soul... the essential thing is that your movements, even when you're standing still, embody your soul at all times

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