"To me, to me", I screamed.
"To the sea, to the sea", she cried.
A stone is thrown into a lake. It sinks to the bottom causing no ripples. The pond does not know about the stone.
There are no sides. There is no left or right, top or bottom, front or back. Dying is the only way to float free. 1
I walked into the ocean...
And the waves washed my tears and the wind my memories. 2
1. "The Wind-up bird chronicle" - Haruki Marukami
2. "Skellig" - Loreena Mckennitt
Monday, June 13, 2005
The Girl with Kaleidescope Eyes
Posted by Rama Rama at 11:13 PM
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Bugger, how / why / what? or is it, just poetry
I don't know. Quizás, quizás, quizás...
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