Shelter

You're a thief.
Give me back my self, give me back my path to myself.

2011

new beginning

Bursting Bubble

I find a map and draw a straight line

Over rivers, farms, and state lines

The distance from A to where you’d B (be)

It’s only finger-lengths that I see

I touch the place

Where I’d find your face

My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar

There is no peace that I’ve found so far

The laughter penetrates my silence

As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises

Ghosts with just voices

Your words in my memory

Are like music to me

I’m miles from where you are

I lay down on the cold ground

And I, I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have traveled so far

We’d set the fire to the third bar

We’d share each other like an island

Until exhausted, close our eyelids

And dreaming, pick up from the last place we left off

Your soft skin is weeping a joy you can’t keep in

The girl in a carton box.

She was locked in a carton box.

With a peep hole, seeing life passing by.

Never thought it would be so easy to set herself free.

She had the key in front of her, all the time.

But when the "red thing" passes by,

our sight gets so blurry, not able to see for real.

She was locked in a carton box, but not for so long.

Is it possible, finally, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of each other?
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Chronicle.

I picked up the phone.

"Ten minutes please" - said the girl on the other end.
"Excuse me? To whom did you wish to speak?"
"To you of course, ten minutes please. That's all we need to understand each other."
"Understand each other?"
"Each other's feelings"

Always malaise.

Confusion and malaise are chasing me.
They are constantly poking my back.

They are constantly blurring my sight.

These "hostiles" I thought would never come back,
are in that corner, staring and waiting for me to open my soul's door.
I want to runaway and never look back.

Feel free, free of all this flooding in my heart and soul.

I want to runaway and never look back.

Vignette

Fate is like a sandstorm, it can change direction anytime, anywhere.

The End of The Affair

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an abscence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.

julian plenti / mex. 2010

fly as you might!

the commitment

a whirl of emotions, mixed and scrambled
pictures scatterd in my old yellow briks,
don't know what to do or feel when I revive them
so I try to pull them out with my fishing rod,
but some of ' em are too heavy, too good to bear in mind.
i wish so hard everyday, wish so hard not to crumble.
to be supportive. to just be there, silent.
I cling to the idea that we belong together.
I do not accept to see my life without you.
so, I propose a path together, regardless of the stones that stand in the road.
I love you through thick and thin. never forget that. never.

f.

The Unknown I

Does 2 lovers's heart beat at the same time?
Do they see the same stars at night when sleeping apart?

f.

november

My soul has been ripped

by the knives of slow time

The Pendulum

a pit full of emotions
half-full
...empty ...
or
full to the brim

the gazing eye
completely alien
betrays
becoming
a witness of the grim

the question
is
for us to ease?
"how far is it worth...
...if life is nothing but a dream?"

-f-

Bricks

Limitations and a red line, what is right and wrong always glued on my forehead. All this mixture create a mask and a wall I dont wanna carry on my back. Fake illusions, always trying to give the correct amount of sympathy for them. But in the end, that was it: just fake illusions. I keep wondering, is it me? do I have the key for compasion?, is there a magical spell to open the door of happiness?
where is the red botton?

Many others think all this pressure is for granted.
Those many others think they have this keen eye.
Those particular others....

Sometimes I feel I am pushing this to hard.
Sometimes I just feel I have to let the flow go.
Sometimes I literally feel like choking on the unawareness of their sight.

All this demons I´ve created are becoming spies, witnessess of my future plans.
I hope they keep quiet.
I hope they keep staring, mouthless and cautious.
...for the sake of my mind.

f.

The H sonnet for Love

for many years you've been more of a hindrance than a help
your "true" presence seems to be a hoax
and the consequence: bewildered minds
your words are a hodgepodge of senses inside and, in spite of all these, I consantly pay homage to this Queen,
the Master of all times
the Greatest part of my life: "a hearty greeting to L O V E ".

frags.

Reflex

As strange as it may seem, this constant movement inside is motivating.

Far from wanting to flee, (or else dissappear to feel safe), my "vulnerable self" is kept still, motionless by the gaze.
I look askance. Half closed, "tired eyelids".
My mind doesn't stop thinking:
Is this is a sign of victory?

Does this mirror reflects me as I am? I am scared of what I see, of what I feel.
Here is the ladder.
fgmta.

Two

Montreal 2008

Almost 6 months

pic by:
Fragz.
Montreal 2008

antics

...I swallowed the letter. Each word cut my throat. Each sentence tore my flesh from inside. I kept wondering why I felt so much anger every time I swallowed a piece of paper. Blood came out in tears. Everything you wrote was a sharp knife. Eventhough i never knew what you wrote. I bleeded myself dry, and my heart is white now. I still keep wondering what was written in that letter.

F.