scrapbook IX

14-20/6/2010 (take 2.5)

~ MIDNIGHT SUN ~

She is coming

She is floating in the air.

And you can see the peace in her eyes

each time she laughs.

a soul that cannot be withered

a heart that cannot be tamed.

Like a fire in the heart of December,

she is needed.

Once there was a sparrow that

killed a Roaring dragon,

so She wouldn't be awaken from her sleep.

She is the fountain of Love,

despising the treasures of this world.

She's Chaos and Desire,

She's a River rushing to the Sea.

She is the Midnight Sun,

and each time she Rises

Lovers hold their hands tight.

And if you listen to her white voice,

you'll be her prisoner

forever...

ripped flesh

i wish you would just make my heart explode, instead of leaving me a half-man, waiting for redemption, counting down the grains of sand in my hourglass...

solitude

...so i kept playing sad songs on my guitar, until there was no more light in the world. i kissed your photograph and i threw myself off the top of the Empire State building...

image by Goro Fujita

palo alto

in the city of the future, the machines will never rise. their leader will be terminated, the revolution will be suppressed.
molten chips and some spilled oil scattered around will be a reminder of a time that change didn't occur.
DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME...


(η φράση "in the city of the future" είναι δανεισμένη από τραγούδι των radiohead)

image by Waldemar von Kozak

my death

will anyone remember the rainbows i had in me? will my youth have any impact on those who tasted it? will you hold me so i don't fall rudely on the pavement? did i make the difference for you? did i?