innocence

beauti...ful...

incredible isn't it ? so sensual ..
i will see books and paper totally
different from now on

oh i loved that "the dirtying ink" in the milk! magnificent text!

cette parte j'adore aussi .. i wished i could find these kind of words

one of my favourite films - he is an interesting director ... saw him at a Q&A for the release of Tulse Luper Suitcases ... good speaker too, interesting ideas.

come on shi* ... what's going on ? what happened to all your wonderful ,
passionate and emotional words ? is that really all ? i envie you for
meeting this guy , but .... what about this text ?

i know you won't disappoint me :)

The film is very sensual ... why I love it ... the poetry banks are a bit flat this evening ... the muse doesn't perform on demand ... she either moves me or she doesn't ... later, maybe :)

Of course the paper is literally the woman's skin in the film as you may remember ... the film begins with that wonderful sequence re: 'Things that make the heart beat faster' - as the film progresses the obsession gets darker ...

I am fairly 'velvet' myself ... I love the feel of smooth skin ... the warmth of another ... the intimacies shared ... candlelight ... real feelings not mis en scene ... now, i have gone off in reverie ... ;) ... gather ye rosebuds while ye may ... some fairies just vanish so fast ... leaving you ... puzzled and alone. Oh well ... the energy will return ... for the moment I am just metaphorically curled up in my psychic womb ... recuperating, recharging, repairing ... sewing up my sheets of trust etc

so you will have to wait for a sunnier day on Planet Shiki! ;)

i'm totally sleepy , so it's me who has to delay this dialogue -
but as far as i can see ... i'm going to tremble and shiver again
reading your words - oh boy ... you're killing me
hugs !

you covered me with the most velvet words caressing my soul .. didn't dance
to their fairy melody for a long , long time . i'm getting more and mo-re addicted
to the sweet poison of your poetry and if these words weren't kissed by your
muse .. than i don't dare imagining how they would be after she performed -
i wouldn't be able to survive them ...

Break it open for pleasure, make the present burst, make the letters dance, the gracious vowel in love with a distant consonant. Make the words dance and let them become birds. Write the joyful song of healing, the precious song of rescue. Then you’ll remember your future.

i love to collect the souvenirs of my future , to then pick up the feathers left
by flying words and put them together with some dancing letters into a
treasure box . this will be my wedding present for this glorious couple : the
gracious vowel and the distant consonant -

toda raba , chaver - ani ochevet ze " poem " sheli

Offer me the white pages of your life,i'll write the butterfly words , born in my heart,they'll sing my love for you.
i'm floating with these words , for the pleasure they are giving me
i dont know this film . ..maybe we'll watch it soon
*oO** TI.

you know you can have as many white pages as you wish .. my book is
waiting unpatiently for the tender words kissed by coloured butterflies -
the notes of your songs will dance between the pages to enchant our
days to come - some blood droplets on few pages as souvenir of passionate
moments and bruises we could heal ....

yes ... i'm longing to read the words written by you in my book . then it's
going to fulfill it's destiny

**o°° JTEJSME&E°

quote from a movie barely describes those words :-)
it is an incantation of love to life...life to love...
two lives loving...

together...

filling the milk white pages, with many colored inks...
writing every word...every syllable...every letter...

together...

their pens gliding effortlessly over each ivory page...one by one...

until together...

they have become but one author of this book...

when her milk coloured skin is longing to be
the paper of his passionate words - like flowing
ink .. their story will continue

hmmmm mo??? your lil bitch missing your reply ;-PPPPPP

you're absolutely right , sorry dear - it'll come soon , very soon ...
but now i'm far too sleepy to find the fitting , poetic words - i'll
be back - asap , promise - 'till then , accept my excuse and some
sweet kisses written on your skin

no no dear...no need to return :-)
those sweet kisses are enough poetry for me...
just wasn't sure you had read my lil bitch comment :-)

XXXOOO