martedì 21 settembre 2010
domenica 19 settembre 2010
sabato 18 settembre 2010
venerdì 17 settembre 2010
She comes again
I'll go and walk with her
Along the Seine
Soon she'll be storming
Here comes the wind
But that don't bother me
'Cause she's my friend
I love the rain ..
I've held our memories
All of these years
So many good times
And many tears
I share my dreams with her
I share my fears
So I just walk with her
Until she veers
Off in the distance
I love the rain..
In the pic:
domenica 12 settembre 2010
venerdì 10 settembre 2010
For fair winds and a following sea
The smell of salt in the air,
The feel of their skin as it's touched by the spray
An albatross soaring above,
Dolphins in the ship's wake at play
To witness a work of art that only God can create,
The sunset at the end of day
At night a million stars in the sky,
Safe anchorage in an islands lee
When the time comes to die as for all it must,
To awake in Sailors Heaven where nothing ever rusts
And always there would be,
Fair winds and a following sea.
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow sprawling over the sand at daybreak, or
Your shadow leaping behind the fire against the red rock:
I will show you his bloody cloth and limbs
And the gray shadow on his lips.
He walked once between the sea and the high cliffs
When the wind made him aware of his limbs smoothly passing each other
And of his arms crossed over his breast.
When he walked over the meadows
He was stifled and soothed by his own rhythm.
By the river
His eyes were aware of the pointed corners of his eyes
And his hands aware of the pointed tips of his fingers.
Struck down by such knowledge
He could not live men's ways, but became a dancer before God.
If he walked in city streets
He seemed to tread on faces, convulsive thighs and knees.
So he came out under the rock.
First he was sure that he had been a tree,
Twisting its branches among each other
And tangling its roots among each other.
Then he knew that he had been a fish
With slippery white belly held tight in his own fingers,
Writhing in his own clutch, his ancient beauty
Caught fast in the pink tips of his new beauty.
Then he had been a young girl
Caught in the woods by a drunken old man
Knowing at the end the taste of his own whiteness,
The horror of his own smoothness,
And he felt drunken and old.
So he became a dancer to God,
Because his flesh was in love with the burning arrows
He danced on the hot sand
Until the arrows came.
As he embraced them his white skin surrendered itself to the redness of blood, and satisfied him.
Now he is green, dry and stained
With the shadow in his mouth.
Heart - Glass Candy
martedì 7 settembre 2010
When I would give myself away
Once upon a time I didn't give a damn
But now, here we are so whataya want from me?!
Beatnik is a store that presents a variety clothes, tattoo's & accessories that you will love for sure.
Situated in Rue Dantibes it offers you anything that you could need.
Colorful leggings and shirts made with all the passion that the creator has.
Tattoo's and accessories made with detail and particulars.
(pictures of the Rue Dantibes store)
The Mainstore will open soon!
It will be divided into 3 floors.
Where you will be able to relax and stay with friends.
The First Floor:
Where the tattoo's and the accessories will be situated.
& The Underground:
You will be able to find all the clothing there.
I'm sure you will love it....
the 2 creators are awesome!
Well...see you there then! :3
Has a habit that is funny.
He always wrinkles up his nose.
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