i enter
one spiraling breath of colours
she's there
not a hand is stretched
she appears in front of me and draws me in her light
it is in the hall of mirrors
the voices of ancestors resonate
my pastlives like drawers open
a footstep like a cymbal crushing the unexisting floor
beams of light spinning sounds
here there is no landscape
a deck of flowers tumbles from the top of my eyes
millions of flowers , with no stem or ground just an electric field
that blooms in fluorescent shades
the city carries faces trough her vains
they snatch at each other
bites of air
massive electric movements
from heel till forehead
they say the abyss between our bodies
is called love
and where supposed to fall in
endlessly
screaming for our lives .
Saturday, February 22, 2014
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Thursday, February 21, 2013
John Cale ,a 70 year old teenager with pink strings in his hair , took the Vooruit by storm and left in a womb of extasy during the final of Venus in Furs. The faces around me like some Virgin Mary had appeared , near devine glowing in disbelief . I never seen a crowd so hypnotised .To leave into the cold with my body that felt like radiating in velvet electric humming sounds , it was one of the most magical experiences in live music i ever had. Just one beer , everything else was" the music" .
Friday, February 15, 2013
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