"Rising" - Lhasa... because angels come and go...

 

good morning sunshine

phone-photo by me

good morning sunshine...

the earth says hello

navigating the WEB

jackson pollock - number 1 (lavender mist)

the spider wondered along the thin fragile web

hoping to find

a frightened captive fly

just to have a chat with.

this immense void the web incarnated

boggled him also.

he felt alone,

all day sewing his web strings,

no one to talk to,

no one to ask for an opinion or advice,

no one to share his web with.

and the web,

this overwhelming web,

kept growing

day by day. 

none to find at any end of any thread

the days went by.

in the morning

he takes his coffee

around the north-western corner,

watching the sun blazing up the sky.

he feels relaxed.

at that time you need nobody to talk to,

too early for words or even glimpses.

at brunch

he strolls along the south.

it's warmer there around eleven.

besides, 

you can listen to a Parus Caeruleus 

wondering by that time of day.

it's cozy.

at noon

lunch is best in the west.

a John Wayne feeling overwhelms you.

the five o'clock tea

is yet the best to be

pendulous to a branch

along the northern tree.

and so

at dinner,

the last meal of the day,

accustomed to be lonely,

he creeps unmissed

in a corner to the east.

he can't stand losing

the following morning sunset.

'cause that may be

his only friend.

laying low he falls asleep

waiting.

stumbling in English

ion bitzan - sublime

my tongue 

is searching 

for some sort of language 

to be able to speak in.

wracked among words

of no specific culture,

belonging to no one

and all

at the same time

i do find myself.

nobody told me

when i first came here

the need to be assigned

could ruin

even speech. 

 why do i bother?

oh, the hell, why do i bother?

heaven and hell alike

need no confinements.

nor do i.

God

bears

different names

only because of us.

He's still the same

with no other otherness

than the names we named Him.

what art configuration

do i need to perform

so everyone

can hear me?

can you imagine

the titanic battle

that crams into my mouth?

can you hear my tongue breaking?

hoping to find the right words...

words... words... words...

my poor sweet Hamlet

how do i catch thy arduousness.

now is the time for our battles

the language to be broken

into so many pieces

there'll be no language left

no more!

all understanding all.

no boundaries left to cross

not even words.

and

then

i can rest my tongue.

never gonna give up

phone photo by me

never gonna give up smoking

(or should i?)

and dreaming by the way...

never gonna give up making bad jokes 

in inappropriate moments

(not my fault actually, i'm made this way)

and laugh at all life saves for me

never gonna give up drinking tea

(nor coffee for that matter)

and enjoying each warm embrace

never gonna give up talking 'bout myself

(my selfish self-seeking person)

and listen to all the stories around me

never gonna give up kissing in the morning

(though any time is good for kissing)

and staying late in the night watching you sleep

never gonna give up wanting love

(cause hate i'm full of it)

and making love,

or at least trying to,

as much as i can

never gonna give up smoking

(that's for sure)

and i know i want so much...

i want a long lasting life

for the fun of it!