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Sometimes you feel like you are who you are,
Sure we will learn and we will listen.
Ahhh between the cracks bright lights invisible.
Sometimes you hurt and you why, oh why,
Love and let loose what we do we know caught in this (w)hole.
Ahhh between the cracks bright lights invisible,
With all my nightmares and the miracles,
Don’t find me lost alone and invisible.
I sing you to me.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GNURP3PdQ9I
Ruu Campbell – Invisible Man
We feel free because we lack the very language to articulate our unfreedom.
– Slavoj Žižek –
Ph : Alain Daussin
Sometimes you feel like you are who you are,
sure we will learn and we will listen.
… between the cracks bright lights invisible.
Sometimes you hurt and you why, oh why,
love and let loose what we do we know
caught in this (w)hole.
… between the cracks bright lights invisible,
with all my nightmares and the miracles,
Don’t find me lost alone and invisible.
I sing you to me …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GNURP3PdQ9I
Ruu Campbell – Invisible Man
Ph : Rocky Schenck
No sleep, no life
how can a Heart survive ?
All the Love we had
where did it go
can you bring it back ?
I wanna know …
Love ain’t just a word
LOVE I just can not do without you …
U gotta show love …
Everything Is fading blue …
sinking like quicksand
with my open eyes
I didn’t catch your disguise …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iCCxkBzNCM4
BRIXTONBOOGIE – Love Ain’t Just A Word
Ph : Damian Mierzynski
If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things.
– René Descartes –
Ph : Esther Teichmann
When you don’t know where to start,
just go to a place you miss so much.
Toba Beta –
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.
– Federico García Lorca –
I love too much,
too wholly,
too simply for any cleverness.
– Sylvia Plath –
Ph : Tess Swan
Be a true traveller, don’t be a temporary tourist.
– Amit Kalantri –
satomipoema 