J-Jay.'s blog

Hissing kisses on the radiator.

Tiresome white.

Tracks behind

Caleidoscope cinematic view

Tiresome white

Angels in the field

sleeping on the floor

Tiresome white

Dreams in technicolor

Coloured white

A Cup,

so dark.

My coffee

in the morning.

My thoughts,

at ease.

No Ideas

to submerge.

The grass, the flower and the sun.

Three imaginary friends whom I have met.

In the shade, talking with the stone.

Three imaginary friends who I have found.

Renewed aquintances.

Flowers of sulphur approaching from the sand.

A desert silence radiating around us.

Flowers of sulphur do not move

Pale faces staring from the sand to the city. Detached, from another time looking to me. I never have seen sand showing the saddest emotions before.

Today, the sun.

In my eyes,

behind the trees.

Shades of blue,

following me.

Water squirts,

from the gun,

to the boy in me.

a Forest *

I hear her voice
Calling my name
The sound is deep
In the dark
I hear her voice
And start to run
Into the trees
Into the trees

The Cure 1980 "Seventeen Seconds"

I am the little red rooster*
Too lazy to crow for day
I am the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow for day

Keep everything in the barnyard, upset in every way

* Howling Wolf

Driving in Moscow with my friend A. He showed me a city in collision. The overwhelming atmosphere in contrast with my "knowledge" of its history never made me feel in place.