vendredi 15 juin 2007

Emotional...

Just woken up, feeling strange...weird dreams...people against me,critiques....I can't remember well but I had to do things all alone and my own way...

then quarelled with seb for a change!
I feel rarely hungry in the morning lately, maybe tired of eating the same thing...sighs when I think we have to go errands, the fridge is empty...

I'm moody.
I feel the eyes on my new painting are too big...maybe it looks this way because she has a big forehead not yet having her hair...

Today I have to give back my translation work...
okay that was all random...




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pearls rolling down the china face who can notice a break?
can we escape now can we dreamscape now ?
smothering dust of me " yesterday where are you ?"
We cling with our claws deep in the earth core of reminiscence
I need a fire " you will feel better in this wordless igloo"
Nettles wind around my hands and pebbles cover up my portrait
Faded colors on my wings I'm scattering feathers of what does not help
futile dots maybe even this shades aren't real
wistful sighs and the blurry rainbow at the end of the path
heartsick sings the mute songs in black and white
and where am I where is my own garden?
I am always aware this eidolon follows my footsteps
Like a book of melancholic yarns
unravelling the words of these same soul secret voids


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All these accidents,
That happen,
Follow the dot,
Coincidence,
Makes sense,
Only with you,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.

Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

All that no-one sees,
You see,
What's inside of me,
Every nerve that hurts,
You heal,
Deep inside of me, oo-oohh,
You don't have to speak,
I feel.

Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me - confuse,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,

Emotional landscapes,
They puzzle me,
Then the riddle gets solved,
And you push me up to this

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
State of, state of,
How beautiful,
Emergency,
Is where I want to be.

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be,
State of emergency,
Is where I want to be.

State of emergency,
How beautiful to be.




and Siren, one of my fav tori song, because she is echoing those secret ruins in my garden.

And you know you're
Gonna lie to you
In your own way

Know know too well
Know the chill
Know she breaks
My siren

Never was born
For a
Prissy girl
Coquette
Call in for
An ambulance
Reach high
Doesn't
Mean she's
holy
Just means
She's got a cellular
Handy
Almost
Brave
Almost
Pregnant
Almost in love "vanilla"

And you know you're
Gonna lie to you
in your own way

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can t believe she sang it in Paris at her concert, so sad I wasn't there :( I have truly missed a wonderful moment:(



to finish this post, I want to do the dialog day for create a connection

What is "HOME" to you?

my answer for today( as I am very emphasizing the fact that what we think say answer at a given time is not necessary our absolute truth, it's just in harmony with our present energies and emotions)
well I often have this " I don't belong feeling "sticking to my skin...I most of the time feel uncomfortable with others, in crows, being away at someone else's house.

is my apartment my home?
In some ways because I have created my sanctuary there, I have put my fairy landmarks and all the elements I feel reassured or soothed by, beautiful things that makes me smile and feel safe.

home is where the heart is? then it's in my soul,deep in the core of me where my beloved ones are carved for aeon...
guess is just feeling fine and sort of complete where we are, each tiny still moment you capture a bliss of yours, something that will last inside...
I'm home when I love ... and yes it's a castle when I feel loved ;)

5 commentaires:

Jen a dit…

thanks for posting the songs
I am pondering them
sorry you did not see tori sing that song in person:(...maybe there will be another time in the not so distant future...

your poem is so visual...I will ponder it as well:-)

Linda a dit…

Lovely photos! And I agree, a home can turn into a castle when you feel loved. I like the idea that your home is your soul...

She Who Flies a dit…

Lovely earrings :-) And I LOVE those two songs. May you always feel home and cherished wherever you are.

Marie a dit…

You have a way with words my dear where you paint a picture and we know how you feel because we can connect to those words and feelings from our emotional history. Thanks for being so passionate and for being so giving. You name what we are feeling. Have a great day!

Susan Tuttle a dit…

Beautiful new works!!! Gorgeous colors and fabulous job in large scale!!!

I have links to your site and blog up--click the "links" button in the navigation bar at the top of my blog to see them.

Thank you for posting mine!

Susan
xo