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Rainy days on the Ilha de Deus, Recife (March 2009)
Eye Spy Little Gem
Fallen huge sky
like the green sheen of marine thread
and turquoise stone that ruins cloth
Behind my eyes I sleep and dream
what world exists is unknown to me
but known to the star that breathes within
What life is red yet butter without bread
as dough is nowhere to be seen.
Thunder waterfalls from a fathomless sky
leave purple petals alone to die
on a cobbled street I struggle with steep
and the heat drowns in the mud.
The CELTA girls ... kindrid learned spirits of Earls Court Lust :-))
Hackney at dawn, the smell of rain on a hot day, exotic alcohol, naked swimming, South America, crossing the Thames, the back garden, a shared bath...
Nina Simone, Sibelius, The Beatles, Barcleona, bluebells in May, Indian Charis, Tom Robbins, JR Tolkien, blazing wood fires, Africa. Oil pastels, Orbital, The Books, Rachels, Jose Gonzalez, heavy bass, dub reggae, birds, Ian McEwan, the view from above, smell memories, my sister, Souljazz, EST, George Orwell, music concrete, Led Zepplin, Known, Sonarfly, Glastonbury, Goya, the crique...
20 hours in Russia, Joana Newsom, a red leaf, Silver Apples, wind in the woods, wild daffodils, Picasso, Miro, the mountains, Andrew Weatherall, Moodymann, Motorhead, Sleater Kinney, Turner, gypsy music, Paganism, the Yorkshire Moors, Roald Dahl, Buena Vista, Jack Kerouac, squat party jams, my mothers bread, giggles, gothic cities, samba, the jungle, LOVE... of the most deepest, passionate kind.
There is no romance in knowing...
Travel down the inside slide
see hot through red and a ghosts skin shead!
Stand alone fair shadow
your echo is far and far and gone.
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