Friday, September 3, 2010

Day in the dark.

"My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I'm horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we've entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness."

Katharine in Clifton The English Patient

Close up:
~"What happenes in my conscience is more important than what happened in my genes. "

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Love Again.

An old friend is in love and that remind me of love again…. :-)

Being in love is anything is possible in creation.
Being in love is not needing to understand what’s happening.
Being in love is everything is happening within me.
Being in love is when everything makes more sense.
Being in love is reading two volumes of one book.
Being in love is destroying the fear of an end.
Being in love is responding the nature.
Being in love is integrating the song and the poetry.
Being in love is freeing time from the prison of years.
Being in love is melting my face into yours.

~Close up:
“Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength”.
St. Francis de