Friday, November 30, 2007

in darkened silence





















..



















*" - is he dead, mama?






- i think so,
sweetheart...















- can we wish
for him to come back?






- yeah.


















...























- i wish.
















































...



























- i wish, too.
" *























...
































(*from the film e.t., the extraterrestrial)
(picture from light of life, by de es)

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

(en)chanted transparency












i opened his drawn window:


in each curtain a seashell

in each image
my worded life




i looked out,


saw him seeing me within


and thought







how can one who does not know me by heart

know the colours it is made of?




..



























(ruela,
in a seashell)














....


























(because i don't know,
i really don't know
the words to.




















....























thank you.)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

constant loop




i warm up beyond the past
that cuts
still
blind in itself


i release me from myself
my own ghosts
in still life



even if i hurt
scratch
burn
mislead
myself





..


i try
to get up
from myself



and i do
i feel
i sing
mine
again
their words

..






























" lift me up on my honour
take me over this spell
get this weight off my shoulders
- i’ve carried it well

loose these shackles of pressure
shake me out of these chains
lead me not to temptation



hold my hand harder
ease my mind
roll down the smoke screen
and open the sky

















* let me fly *





- man, i need a release from
this troublesome mind
fix my feet when they’re stumbling
and where you know it hurts sometimes
you know it’s gonna bleed sometimes


































(haleh bryan, can't wait forever)










dig me out from this thorn tree
help me bury my shame
keep my eyes from the fire
they can’t handle the flame

grace cut out from my brothers
when most of them fell
i carried it well














* let me fly *






man, i need a release from
this troublesome mind
fix my feet when they’re stumbling
i guess you know it hurts sometimes
you know it’s gonna bleed sometimes

now hold on
- i’m not looking for sweet talk
i’m looking for time
time for tower and sleep walk
brother, cause it hurts sometimes
you know it’s gonna bleed sometimes
hold on























you know its gonna hurt sometimes...

when you call me...

hold on...

hold on...

hold on...






i’m gonna climb that symphony home
and make it mine

let his resonance light my way

see, all these pessimistic sufferers
tend to drag me down

so i could use it to shelter what good i’ve found "


















....





















(haley bryan, towards the light)


















..






















(first picture: haleh bryan.
pictures on slideshow: auguria, bjorn tagemose, cole rise, f.n.terryan, floriana barbu, yatsutani taizo, banksy, zack garner, lovisa ringborg and michael vesen)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

waking morning






(while you were gone, by haleh bryan)












he laid his body with mine.

with the calm of those who don't possess,
we swallowed the night and the world
and in the morning woke up the touch of what is unknown.


he looked close,
saw me in there
and gave me the eyes of a smile.

he uncovered me inside
discovered me alive
and
with nothing else
for me only
adventured in the solitude of the non-peace
- that where i was kept
still
by the selfish ghost
of a false,
abandoned,
imprisoned
love.
















that i know

now

no longer.




















...























my body
returned to my arms
today.











(between us, by haleh bryan)



















...








( " you'll be given love
you'll be taken care of
you'll be given love
you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources
you have poured yours
maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

trust your head around
it's all around you
all is full of love
all around you

all is full of love
you just aint receiving
all is full of love
your phone is off the hook
all is full of love
your doors are all shut
all is full of love

all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love
all is full of love " )

Monday, November 12, 2007

quiet silence








" i miss my father.











..










i miss everything. "
*



























..






* from the film central do brasil, by walter salles
(image by bogdan zwir)

Thursday, November 8, 2007

birthday, faraway






















(edvard munch, puberty)





" ...and that's the day i knew there was this entire life behind things, and...
this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever.
(...)
i need to remember...
sometimes there's so much beauty in the world i feel like i can't take it,
like my heart's going to cave in.
"

(from the film american beauty)




..





i write in this faraway place as if i'm writing at home.

everything is peace, strength and life
in this moment of time.
instant.

new touches that take me to what i am,
that kiss my ear in a whisper,
that wake me up with assurance and a smile.


i keep everything to remember it,
later on,

this still time

suspended

in amazement
and wonder

of being humble


like life.

























(bogdan zwir, butterfly)



...


on the absence of the touch
the sea
the others
i (re)write myself.
i remember all that i am
feel
live.


even if faraway.
even if here.
even if in the painful distance
of some
any
non-hug.


..


i know i live

alive.



and that is everything.


with each step
each gesture
each touch of sleeping wonder
may i be
feel
exist
in the sea-felt peace
of being true in life.















(ana nicolau)