Thursday, August 7, 2014

Silence and Shell 2014

Sometimes silence better is
to enslave the great sacred beast.

Who ignorant towards music is,
never will fall,
never will deep into the dreams.

Remember the joy.
Remember how did you feel.
Remember how many leaves has one tree.
Remember eight days
Remember the definition of the word:

Two weeks left.
"I could not breath."
And this is not end.
Neither beginning.
You shall not speak only about black,
when painting is mute paua shell.
And painting is world.
World of me.
Me is I.
And I am free.
Like the wind under the sea.
I pry for peace.
However, waves are too big.
What now?
Take a deep breath.

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