Gold nakedness

I was there when you came.You brought heaven to my vision.The mosaic of it all a love dance.The poem inside,a word of pleasure.Indeed we create a light seashore indefinitely ours.The warm inside the thought.The touch from within the need.Elliptical approach to perfection.Let us substantiate infinitiness through our living oracle.Our mission a glowing longing.

Memorial

The world has turned once more inside.

Rose time

The moving spirit of eternity close enough to my senses.
The crowd inside the pressure stuck on the middle of the action.I´m leaving those schematic horizons of fear.Just excising theories and facts.Nostalgic useless harmony between imperceptibilities and rumours.My life grows outside the landscape.It´s roots are above the earth,outside the garden of all fates .I´m going defy me ,longingly mine.Lightspeeding approach to the inner time I exist on.Loving the absoluteness I´m made of inside my soul.Crossing fate as a warrior slave in a tremendous flaming passion for survival.I declare myself a force.Rose force.

Blue vision Blixa´s eyes

Show me life.Cross the storm flood inside the floating universe of our senses.Just don´t let go the waters through memories.Feel it now when we´re inside our tears of hope.Pain.Love.Don´t tell me about your instant,believe the moment as it surrenders to destiny.Silence time and shelter our evidence.Beauty.Eventide.The skin´s a veil,you must wonder about the shadow on the transparancy.Don´t.Recognize soul as a whisper and give yourself up to incommensurableness.The colour of consent will be blue and I will be there to hear our mistery and dream our bodies.

Image:Blixa Bargeld by Rita Carmo

The 'Briar Rose' series IV:the Sleeping Beauty

She was alive but she couldn´t live her living death.So she forgot life and went through her dying impossibility.