Τετάρτη, 8 Δεκεμβρίου 2010

november 450
november 447

She talks.
Her words don't reach my ears.Distant hum.
Maybe all this noise made sense another day.
Today I'm not here.
I stand up.
I'm going outside through the closed window.
I'm flying in the atmosphre.
I mess up with the gas fumes.With the clouds.With the sweetness of the morning.
I'm sitting at the school's roof.
I sunbathe.The sun blinds me;it fondles my body.
The sun,my lover.
I let the noise and the hums of the waking city enter inside of me through the pores of my skin.
I'm the city.I'm the day.I am the earth.
And the sun is my lover.
Cars are running on my skin.The mountains are my breast.My armpits,the lakes.Μy belly,the valleys.
A butterfly sits on my lips.
The bell rings.

6 σχόλια:

Viv είπε...

The bells rings.
Don't wake up!

Elviella είπε...

Το αγαπαω. Μ αρεσει και η φωτογραφια με την Ιωαννα. Πολυ! :D
Μ αρεσει πολυ αυτο το στυλ ποτ εχεις τελευταια.
Αυτα για σημερα. Γραφω γεωμετρια αυριο! Παω για διαβασμα. .__.

F e n i a ♥ είπε...

auto einai uperoxo:)
panemorfo :)

natalie είπε...

All these superb photos that you've been posting as of late, I'm really liking them a lot. And your lovely words as well. :)

Kallie, Happy Honey and Lark είπε...

all loveliness in words and photos. what camera/lens are you using?

Panda είπε...

These are both so lovely! The poem, the images. Your very talented. Panda xo