Wednesday, January 19, 2011

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"Everything exists when you believe"
Jean Renoir


1. South

A strip of asphalt
twirls on the lava cooled, a road that goes only where are already naked. Everything seems to revolve around, I'm on an island of black gravel, maybe this is the end world that gives me a feeling of certainty? The extent withered, forgotten wasteland that can mask billboards, a can of beer from a throw behind him and wildflowers, tiny. I wandered into a dark space and I found peace. On the summit exposed to every wind, another cover of snow, I imagine myself down to the south. For as the sun rises again and again on a new world, for it warms my cheeks, I look at the hopefuls as possible tomorrow as humus and now as a glance.


2. The handful of sand in the hands

Look at him go, open up another front, it should go to him every honor our father unconscious. So you t 'to go, mind serene, sunny face and a heart full of elk for tomorrow. There's the skyline in the distance, where everything is joins, where everything comes together. The sea and sky join at a point that we can not reach; an illusion that after you called me as I run. But this is an allegory The image of the infernal race, that of the prison between the legs of a golden calf. And I, like Zephyr, I punished my prey to indifference. Nothing can happen, hyacinth arose from the injury of the beloved, a heart thirsty. These forces are powerful in action and take all the room there, where I thought I had a certainty, the rock that I held between my fingers is become a handful of sand.
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Bombshell

At the ocean surface, a plastic bag that will carry tomorrow off. I am rock, sodden earth and the winds singing and you, you're the rain, thunder and lightning. Sink your roots between the quail flush with the surface appearances do not show a path that one borrows or in which we lost. I'll be your food and thou shall be mine and we live in a field of wildflowers. All dreams are worth the trouble they require.


Eric Guenther, 01/011, ty, be.
With the help of personal notes written in Lanzarote, isla canaria, EspaƱa.
Notes: Hyacinthos , Prince of Sparta, beloved of Apollo and Zephyr died of rivalry between the wildlife and the God, the blood from his wound became a flower, hyacinth .



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