Happy Easter to all!

   

I would like to share with you this beautiful thing I came across yesterday. If you like classical music, listen to this. The world premiere of the Fourth Symphony - 12 April, 2014 (by the London Philharmonic Orchestra at the Royal Festival Hall).

Before the Darkness Smiles at my Confusion

When the end's approaching

all rules change

and

the boundaries between us vanish

In a short moment,

your warm hand

will become

only

a dim memory

and

your soft voice

will turn into

the coldest silence

All's temporary

all's brief

like the beautiful stories

of all heroes that let you down

Just two songs for tonight: this and then this, or the other way around - your choice. 

About Not Letting Go

I always try to find

the tiniest bits of you

in those who cross my path

Unable to say goodbye to you

even if your holy bones

weathered by these six frosty winters

deny they're YOU

I'm consumed

by the never-ending process

of recreating everything 

that was you

The lachrymose pillow

that broke down and wept with me

last night

when I told her

I'd forgotten your face

hardly raised her voice
above a whisper

to tell me she could see

even that minuscule scar 

slightly below your left eyebrow

so clearly in my eyes

She made me smile

She understood

She's a friend


Have a lovely weekend, everyone! Listen to this if you want. 

I truly think I spend most of my life in my head, imagining different things and scenarios. I'm always busy, work hard and do a lot of 'real' things, but I'm not too sure I'm always 100% there (even if I try). Perhaps my main life is just made-up, imaginary and unreal - I don't know, but I like it.

Sometimes your eyes

are too much to handle

Buried alive

and

carpeted

     with

         the six

              fallen

                   leaves

of his glance,

I can't ask your forgiveness

slashing Your Beautiful Kingdom

across the face

with these empty eyes 
of my ill-conceived ideas

goes deeper:

straight to the core

of your joyful childhood

and unforgotten dreams

Unrelenting whipping of my little soul

another blank and another lie

I know the day's almost over, but happy World Poetry Day! Anyway, some of you live in the US, so it's certainly not too late for my American friends, for example... And here's something for your ears.

I've been interested in silence for a while and I think it's hardly ever empty. Of course, it happens, but looking at people's actions and behaviour (people's meaning 'ours' as I'm not distancing myself from anything), it's pretty easy to conclude that there are so many kinds and meanings of silence far more important than words. I believe my inspiration was Pinter's "Old Times" (a lovely play, to my mind, but not amazing), which I'm going to see this weekend in his theatre. Also, you truly see so much more when you take photos of people (in a way, it makes you a voyeur in 'real' life), so you'd better beware: I'm watching you and your silence!

Multicoloured Silence

You are my silence

expressed through

your pause and stillness

I am

the unexpected gap

that confuses and enlightens you

You are

the painful and remote boundlessness 

always returning to haunt me

when I try to fall asleep

I am

your oppressive nakedness

louder than the words

you use to cover it

You are

the power and frailty of my perception

bursting with your reckoning and my indecision

I am

quietly intense and undeterred you

behind the vibrant and vivacious

wall of our silence

I've been listening to this oldie quite a lot today and - remembering the lyrics so well -  I wasn't able to remain silent at all. Poor neighbours! Bless them. Oh, and I think that SO'C is the most beautiful woman in the world (in this video, not now, of course).