god i love week ends
Par melody nelson, samedi 22 septembre 2007 à 12:03 - blabla
Pour fêter ça, un tajine dans le four et une petite compile!
Par melody nelson, samedi 22 septembre 2007 à 12:03 - blabla
Pour fêter ça, un tajine dans le four et une petite compile!
Par melody nelson, vendredi 14 septembre 2007 à 15:28 - blabla
What can purge my heart Of the song And the sadness? What can purge my heart But the song Of the sadness? What can purge my heart Of the sadness Of the song?
Do not speak of sorrow With dust in her hair, Or bits of dust in eyes A chance wind blows there. The sorrow that I speak of Is dusted with despair.
Voice of muted trumpet, Cold brass in warm air. Bitter television blurred By sound that shimmers – Where?
Langston Hughes in Selected Poems
Par melody nelson, mardi 11 septembre 2007 à 15:29 - blabla
I am unknown And I am free I don't wish to change a thing And I am free I don't want to continue living in the past Or to repeat any part of it And I am creative And free The essence of creativity Is freedom The essence of freedom Is letting go into the unknown The essence of the unknown Is insecurity Most people Spend all their time trying to feel secure And in doing so Go in the opposite direction of creativity This is true of most artists as well To truly be creative You have to let go of everything And surrender yerself To the great unknown Here is why Many artists who achieve fame and fortune lose their powers of creation Because at that point they wish to repeat the known Over and over And it is also expected of them But creation is all about the unknown The bottom of the ocean The outer reaches of space The place where yer divided in yer heart And the place where yer mind ceases to exist In this life you have to choose Between security and freedom And its a choice every bit as significant As life or death
I want the unknown I do not wish to repeat any moment I've lived before To discover creation To find the place where the mind is not To not know the nature of anything including yourself But to flow as water down a stream For this and only this Life is worth living
from Joseph Arthur's diary.
Par melody nelson, samedi 8 septembre 2007 à 16:43 - blabla