Far away to myself in Australia: sucre

mardi 7 octobre 2008

sucre

le language est une barrière à l'écriture. Beckett l'avait compris.

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Anonyme a dit…: Many thanks for you Gengis for this video i cried when looking at it;

baryshnikov is the greatest dancer e've ever seen.more than the others he reached perfection, he is a virtuose of dance art.

I wish the same honor was given to him in the opera of Paris I would have been the first to assist.

This dancer is beautiful in his body and also in his brain...A beautiful person...Thands again for this wonderful moment my son; 8 octobre 2008 à 08:00
Anonyme a dit…: Ousta, arrête de commenter tes propres posts.; 8 octobre 2008 à 17:30

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He raised his body and started to talk loudly, alone in the heat of the day.He took his guitar and sang one of his song. Living music brings him far away to himself if you can. Guide him outta there. Then, he looked at her and he just smiled. Body, blood and muscle : a fragile creature just strong enough to bear the darkness of life.On his cheeks tears were going down. Rainfall above his skin. No more human. His face was burning.No more him. Just as if he was unable to bear something that the others could not even see. Bear. We are made in a way that our feelings, our acts, our envies are so vain that each of our steps is previsible. Mankind help me to bear my image. Mirrors why are you reflecting me so perfectly while I am so weak. No more life. No more bearings. Mind just go through the muscles of my human body, let me alone in this prison of atoms and move away. You deserve better than this dying corpse. You deserve to live a better life than I had. Don’t become me. I fell appart ; I’m Fading away ; Its not me anymore ; Just a perfect reflection of what I could be.

Far away to myself in Australia

mardi 7 octobre 2008

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