167. Kvällsjobb
Mitt kvällsjobb med mina tre skärmar igång och supergoda c-vitaminspäckade efterrätten á la Roger.
B i r g i t t a
I pushed your button
I know I did
and
I did it so wellI know …
Maybe it was -my own button – I pushed !
Sometimes I think in Poetry – Live the Poetry – some say it’s the HAIKU way … and probably it is. I like it! My steps are poetry the haiku way. In a kind of artistic touch.
Today I thought … and was convinced about … that … if I had invested in … bet on … the artistry schooling from the beginning … I now would have been a great artist … I just know it …
I don’t regret anything! …. but there is a feeling of lack in my life … I should have filled it with my kind of art … from the beginning …
Idag hade jag särskilt roligt på pedikyr-en. Ja, jag unnade mig till slut en behandling. Fast utan lack. Jag skrev haiku på löpande band. Måste ju syssla med något medan jag väntar. Tidningar går inte att läsa. Språket omöjligt.
Jag tycker också det är lite särskilt roligt med de nya apparna jag hämtat. Så jag kombinerar foto och poesi. Trevligt tidsfördriv när man ändå måste vänta.
Sedan är jag väldigt nyfiken på … en …
ett litet barr
sticker till men håller sig grönt
för njutning
Ja, ni vet …
… operation ‘stilla nyfikenheten’ har inletts.
Skrivpuff: Särskilt.
Pling pling. While sitting on the tram to #BizetCarmen tonight I thought about you. I remember your last words and a poem popped up in my head. You said:
-See you next time!
While our eyes made connection to each other’s heart – this very second – I answered the same words. And you know! Next time is Friday. Soon we’ll meet again!
a step to
lips wet by a dream
the thrilling inside body longing
for our next dance
‘loving to love’
Carpe Diem: #1110
Winter Breath by Adrian von Ziegler.
“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.” Jalaluddin Rumi
Another evening with Bach music and contemporary dance at MÜPA. Dream Keeper. I was so lucky to meet some very interesting people. Both before the performance and in the paus. I almost felt high on my way home later. Don’t read ”almost”.
hidden scent
in the early dew wet grass
breath of winds
her eyelids tremble invite
comforted by thousand kisses
Carpe Diem: #1109
Siddharta’s Journey by Guy Sweens.