satomipoema

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ‘round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening …

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
Blood and tears
They were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well?
Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best?
Of course it is.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CWEkcb9BL0c
Imogen Heap – Hide and seek

And you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.
And you don’t know who to love until you’re lost.
And you don’t know how to feel until the moment’s passed …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qge9mS3umFk&list=PLuTWVPwT05EG0ViVd3LUkNl4ml6U3PcBW&index=331
Amber run – 5AM

All human beings should try to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why.
– James Thurber –
Ph : Remi & Kasia

Walter Mitty: To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel…
– James Thurber –

She wasn’t much to look at but she was something to think about.
– James Thurber –
Ph : Aaricia Varanda

Rocks and minerals: the oldest storytellers.
– A.D. Posey –

I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.
– L.M. Montgomery –

I think she ate a salad and some soup.
And loneliness.
She ate that, too.
– Markus Zusak –
I Am the Messenger

When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.
– Jean-Luc Godard –

The words were on their way, and when they arrived, she would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.
– Markus Zusak – The Book Thief