(re)capitulare~Ω

1380166_518685794889634_70779135_nîn 2009

e doar pentru mine& memoria mea selectivă:)

poate o să mă ocolească uitarea ori poate o să uit programat azi un ou mîine toți boii care trăgeau la un car ce-și făcea viața liniștit rozător la un

lemn dulce/ acrișor

poate mă voi întoarce undeva nemișcîndu-mă-n cutia de proiectat filme a îngerului ăluia cu aura afumată, nechitiană veșnic, ori, cine poate ști

acrită corespunzător voi tăcea dulce forma(o)lizată:)

Micha Gordin, te salut! nici/o/dată

Crowd #20, 1989.

The tune of prayer unknown to me311495_167958663295684_1732893672_n
The sound of words unknown to me
The pass of thoughts unknown to me
The touch of hand unknown to me
The wave of joy unknown to me
The smell of earth unknown to me
The shape of cloud unknown to me
The trail of steps unknown to me
The speed of time unknown to me
The length of trust unknown to me
The scent of fear unknown to me
The depth of shout unknown to me
The pain of loss unknown to me
The strength of will unknown to me.

297375_171249946299889_1811299451_nCrowd #29, 1990.

Look around. The wall is sound.
Look inside. The light is blind.
Look below. The floor is rock.
Look ahead. The trigger cocked.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crowd #28, 1990.

To sweep the memories away380361_173916579366559_428946740_n
To scrape the soiled steps of being
To shelter spirit from the past
To blend the ashes with the dust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

307116_177462229011994_24394805_nCrowd #26, 1990.

To live the life
To walk the mist
To drink the rain
To fly the sky
To see the pass
To melt the pain
To learn from scars
To plant the seed
To live the life

 

 

 

 

 

Crowd #31, 1991.

Close your hands, hold me inside.
Close your soul, set pain aside.
Close your thoughts, the tong is numb.382895_181193431972207_1047305328_n
Close your heart to sense the flesh.
Close your eyes in light of night.
Fall asleep and never die wrapped in shroud of lullaby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

387436_184660874958796_952485691_nCrowd #23, 1990.

In soundless solitude of wait
Observing changing guards of light
Nocturnal bird to touch the string
In magic call to wake the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crowd #35, 1991.

Step inside. I am alone.390768_188623357895881_1561649089_n
Step inside. My place is warm.
Step inside. The night is young.
Step inside. We’ll play a game.
Step inside. I’ll touch your soul.
Step inside. The moon is full.
Step inside. In maze of thoughts.
Step inside. We’ll lock the door.
Step inside of spiders net.
Step inside. Don’t be afraid.

 

 

 

374932_192624864162397_97270869_nCrowd #34, 1991.

The raging beast of passing storm
That cruel wakener of soul
With melting gusts of blindfold fury
Against the shield of hardened will.

Like moans emerged from distant past
Comes fear inscribed on crevices of pain
And notion that the storm will pass
Reflected in a lonely tear.

Crowd #36, 1991.

Memories,395395_196344570457093_141893659_n
Concealed in pillars of the past
Like bridge between the distant thoughts
Like silent dance of warmth and sadness
In lonely journey of the soul

 

 

 

 

 

Anunțuri

15 gânduri despre “(re)capitulare~Ω

  1. „Controlling Crowds”

    Why are you so scared and creeping around,
    taking photographs all over town,
    pictures in the dark that live in the light,
    the world is my playground too and I’ll do what I like.
    Why are you so scared of falling apart,
    intimidating me for falling apart,
    stay on your knees with your cross and don’t tell me you know so,
    the world is my playground too and I refuse to follow.
    Fly with me falling through the night,
    fly with me falling out of sight, find me hold me
    in your arms,
    ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds.
    keep me calm,
    ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds.
    here they come.

    Why are we so obscure and creeping around,
    hiding from mirrors and screens all over town,
    objects disturbing blinding taking the peace in me,
    the world is my kingdom too and I’ll feel what I like in me.

    Killing my heart I can’t face I can’t face no more [x8]

    the world is my playground too I can’t feel anymore.
    Fly with me falling through the night, fly with me falling out of sight,
    find me hold me
    in your arms,
    ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds.
    keep me calm,
    ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds.
    here they come.
    Why are we so cold and breaking apart,
    caught up in this storm just breaking apart,
    pictures and colours I loved but don’t see anymore,
    the world is my playground too I don’t feel anymore,
    why are you so adored,
    ‘cos I’m scared of their controlling crowds.
    here they come.

  2. Gordin … unul din fotografii mei preferati si totodata artistul de la care am invatat ce inseamna fotografia conceptuala ..

    1. știu că nu ai, și al meu e `profil închis`:) așa încît e ca și cum nu l-aș avea
      e util dacă vrei să urmărești evenimentele artistice, literare, ce mai scriu oamenii care contează(pentru tine) și cărora le este mai la îndemînă acea vizibilitate
      în multe cazuri, așa cum este și acesta al lui Misha ori a profilelor persoanelor publice, poți urmări profilul și tot ce se postează fără a fi `prieten` cu respectivul.. profil:))

            1. mulțumesc foarte mult, chiar am nevoie
              e o perioadă incertă pe care nădăjduiesc să o trec..
              se zice că viața merge înainte
              of!, mulțumesc mult

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