Non-sense Conversation

Looking very quiet today.
Oh, that´s nothing.
By nothing you must be saying something´s happening, uh?
No, everything as usual.
You have been really thoughtful lately, haven´t you?
Hmm? Well, maybe sometimes…
And by sometimes you mean always, right?
No, not really…
And by that you mean yes, don’t you?
Yes. And by yes I mean NO!

:D

A day in the woods

This one must be kind of poisonous

Triping colours

The twin mushrooms

Raising through the sunshine

An "old", "bony" friend I met...

The road to nowhere

Halloween Night

The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

Beyond sight

You´re blinded by your mind
You only see what you see
But your heart reminds you
Life is beyond any sign

The shadows where you walk
Hide what you aren´t supposed to know
Just remember use your heart
Find something above your own

The within treasure

He was digging. Digging deeper and deeper. He just had to, he wouldn´t rest until he had got to the bottom. Hours were spent, days went by and years came one after another. Digging deeper and deeper. The treasure couldn´t be too far now… But it was. Exhausted, he wouldn´t stop. And what was in the beginning a young strong boy was now getting an old man… And the death had eventually to come. Losing all the strength he stopped digging for the first time since he had begun. Laying on his back he saw death coming straight him. But the very last moment he found it. He found the treasure he was searching since ever. He had finally found the true himself, his person, he could now rest in peace…

Lost in her eyes

Looking into her eyes, he could meet her person, her joy, her fears, her soul, herself…
Her beautiful eyes could tell a story. Hers. And there she was, starring at the horizon, where the sun was going down, giving the sky a beautiful orange tone. And still he just couldn’t stop looking straight to her eyes, lost in the magic of the moment.

Just a flower...

In the evening I see a flower
A light coming from the dark

Its delicate petals around the sun

From which the colour was rising apart

Isn´t a single sunflower just beautiful?

Innocence

She was kind of fragile
She was still so young
With a simple, magical smile
Lost in this harsh world

In her face the innocence
Of a childhood that was lost
In the eyes a little sparkle
For a future yet to come

She knew she was alone
Friends long away gone
No place to call home
No one to whom phone

After all she´d gone through
She hadn´t gave it up
Founding the strenght she needed
Where never thought of do

Facing all the adversities
She fought her destiny
And by finding a new path
Finally realized she could be happy

Shadow of a train...

Taken during a train trip

Somebody Help Me, by Full Blown Rose

I'm being haunted by a whisper
A chill comes over me
I've been trapped inside this moment
I'm not a victim
I'm not a freak

Free me, before I slip away
Heal me, wake me from this day
Can somebody help me?

I've seen the face of my affliction
Of my reality
I'm being tortured by the future
Of things that yet to be
I'm being haunted by a vision
It's like the moment never comes
I feel the burden of confusion
Always searching, on the run

Free me, before I slip away
Heal me, wake me from this day
Can somebody help me?

Now, I'm not a hero, no
But the weight of the world on my soul
These images burn in my eyes
They're burning me up inside

Free me, before I slip away
Heal me, wake me from this day
Can somebody help me?

In the night

Walking through the night
I see the moon over my sorrow
Its light opens a road
The one I choose to follow

My mind is anywhere else
I loose myself in me
Alone I take my choice
I don´t know who I´m supposed to be

A cloud covers the light
And the moon hides from me
The dark is so dark now
What am I supposed to see?

I stop in the middle of nowhere
Can´t find my way back home
The light long vanished away
Falling, I feel so alone

Sad I can´t be loved
Lost I can´t be found
The soul that used to be mine
Belongs now to the Earth ground...

"Human behaviour", by Björk

If you ever get close to a human

and human behaviour

be ready to get confused

there's definitely no logic

to human behaviour

but yet so irresistible

there is no map

to human behaviour

they're terribly moody

then all of a sudden turn happy

but, oh, to get involved in the exchange

of human emotions is ever so satisfying

there's no map and

a compass

wouldn't help at all

human behaviour

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPyTgmC3nQQ

Diary of a Nowadays Man

6.00 a.m. I woke up with last night´s hangover. After all, three hours of sleep are not enough to cure it!!!
As I was already so late I just skipped the breakfast. It´s not that important at all, right?
In a hurry there I went to roar off with my car, prepared (or not) for two hours of unbearable traffic.

8.30 a.m. Another boring day sitting in chair, in front of a computer... How interesting! That´s right, that´s what I do all day long in my job.

1.00 p.m. Lunch time!! I left, relieved, my office to go straight to the restaurant just after the corner. The fast-food restaurant! I just love those hamburgers, oh, and that "Extra Cheeseburger", with all those sauces and grease... Delicious!!!
Looking at the mirror I think for a second I may be becoming a bit fat... But well, the mirror is so far and it looks just like it´s distorted. And anyway we only live once, right?
And please... next time I have to ask the waiter to change the TV channel. I don´t want to look at those poor hungry people in the news while I´m eating...

2.30 p.m. Return back to another exciting afternoon at the office. Just hope not to fall asleep until the end of the day.

6.00 p.m. Finally I broke the record! I almost fell asleep only once.

8.00 p.m. I arrived home... Home sweet home. After two exhausting hours I made it. Never realized how dark the air was in my way back home...
What I really wanted now was to return to my unfinished sleep, but no way. There´s this date with my work fellows.

10.00 p.m. After eating some old sandwich I found in the back of the refrigerator, I lead back into another big time drinking party. Hopefully I won´t get drunk...

(Un)Blue Planet

Is there any possibily for us to still call our planet "The Blue Planet"?
We sail in a sea more and more full of pollution, hunger, waterless, wars and mistrust, where, by each beat of our heart that goes on, there´s this big wave that cover us with its devastation, leading us to the bottom from which there will be no recover.
Our only salvation are the sea patrols that do everything possible to control these mistakes we make without any pity, just like a bad son who betrays his Mother, after all She did to provide life. They sail in dreams of a world to which we could still call Blue, dreams that give them strength to fight this harsh war. Their number is decreasing, though... And all we are left to do is sink in this dark sea...
But after all there still is HOPE. To put an end to the big wave that is getting bigger and bigger we all must get together in order to make Earth a peaceful and calm sea, where we may cross with our hands the water ondulation, full of hope and courage.

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