Certain summer nights
Of uncertain dreams I have
Lead me back to you.
Holding hands alone
Amongst the raging riot
Of water, sand and stone.
Walking the fence line
On the verge of life and death.
That's our journey love.
Blistering light blinds
Fair is thee up in the sky
Where the angels dwell.
Silence eased by calls
Calling Silence back inside
Back again into the wild.
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I had to express my urge :-)
Rui, You make it hurt - you catch the schism. It works. They are beautiful HAIKU. Build on them - they call for image.
Rogerio has posted a video which I assume you will have seen. Imagine capturing Leonardo da Vinci working on his 'cartoons' as they were in those days. Imagine being able to see the artist in process and you as an artist and film in your heart. You are pretty central to all this!! Make it happen!!
Well, at least you could post a record of sketches created in the hours and in your head of English. Do these sketches merge into novel form? Can they make theri way into written form?
Allyson
In fact it was Filipe who posted this. Check with him!
Allyson
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