satomipoema

Stop, you’re cold against the skin

You take me in your arms when walls are closing in …

And I run, I run, I run, awakening my heart

But you overwhelm my lungs and it’s tearing me apart

You and I will not be shaken

by the winter sound

But my voice is suffocating

in the winter sound …

Stop, I will take control

Bend the metal into shapes that I know …

And I run, I run, I run, further than before

I shake away the skin to saturate my soul …

And you scream, you scratch, you bite, you prey on my heart

And I know that you and I can never be apart …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2LXOYj5S7M&app=desktop

Of monsters and men – Winter sound

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you ? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

– Frida Kahlo –

Ph : Ivan Warhammer

I like my town with a little drop of poison

Nobody knows, they’re lining up to go insane

I’m all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter

But I feel much cleaner after it rains

And she left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall

She always had that little drop of poison

Did the Devil make the world while God was sleeping

You’ll never get a wish from a bone

Another wrong goodbye and a hundred sailors

that deep blue sky is my home …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ftPbq6nXRvU

Tom Waits – Little drop of poison

What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!

– John Muir – Stickeen

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.

– Helen Keller – The Open Door

Sometimes, you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

– John Muir –

When faced with two choices, simply toss a coin.

It works not because it settles the question for you.

But because in that brief moment when the coin is in the air.

You suddenly know what you are hoping for …

Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.

– Virginia Woolf – The Waves