DEVIOUS

The End

2006-06-11T12:01:00.000-07:00

I met him.

Rosentau

2006-05-29T17:12:00.000-07:00

2006-05-22T06:34:00.000-07:00

Some will forever be waiting...

2006-05-21T08:10:00.000-07:00

A thousand times,11 years without you Richey.(not today,every day)
Wherever you are may you feel love around.

Misfit

2006-05-20T11:01:00.000-07:00

The outsider lives apart from everything.Each reality one lifeless promise to him.He does not care at all about habits and traditions,he progresses.His noble mindedness passes for strangeness but he is simple as genuineness.He as the power to imagine the future from inside the secret we live on.Courageous and fearless he transforms his own moves to imperceptibleness. His legacy comes to us as a mistery that we all seize without even knowing.Only a few can combine intelligence with pureness on the right proportions.The outsider is a rarity.

Everything´s invaded

2006-05-10T06:18:00.000-07:00

Lots.
Of.
To cast lots.
You see...
There´s a lot to do.
To save you from me.
I´m a lot troubled.
Between wind and water.
Lots of love at full speed.
Remember to survive.
A lot.
My life for a mistake.
I´m not a bat lot.
Don´t ask me why.
I just don´t want it a lot.
I just don´t want to die.
A lot.

Yes,I am under influence.

Image:My double.Revelator Valo.(Finnish word for light.)

Thoroughness

2006-05-07T16:19:00.000-07:00

This will last forever.Our irradiance.Outrageously ours.We´re delight to one another when we´re together.How did we get to feel such immenseness?The ethereal love advisers inside our single soul let plenitude grow inside our ascetical hearts as to those unlimited universes could eternally existe as one.Thoroughness.Our touch a miracle,a speckless diaphanous incision.We emerged from the gloaming to clear up our mistery for the joyfulness of it.We will fearlessly rise.

About me and my sister moon

2006-05-01T07:07:00.000-07:00

As we walk between shades,our metaphysical complicity transcends even the levitated steps.No walking mensurability,our scheme does not correspond to any exactitude.We are in love with those incrusted soul winds we call sorrows,when we cross our limits in pain.Let us be beauty and gloominess through the eternal path.There is a patchwork of mistery inside every merciful complaining and we always mesmerize fate.Dear metalliferous sister of mine,we are concentric,our absolute concordance secludes every lie to be born,every shame.That is why my bloodstained heart claims for the night to occur.Your´re a glorious silver sword on my chest and the wound will always live to see the truth that we are made of.May you know I am yours till the dazzlement grow into a neverending dawn and the decay enlighten itself.

Gold nakedness

2006-04-28T11:38:00.000-07:00

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

2006-04-28T11:09:00.000-07:00

The world has turned once more inside.

Rose time

2006-04-17T17:47:00.000-07:00

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

2006-04-12T07:25:00.000-07:00

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

2006-04-05T04:10:00.000-07:00

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

Redwish

2006-03-31T17:38:00.000-08:00

As I am heart I am blood and I love through my veins.Passion fires my mind without remission,like an heretic pain,a molecular trembling.Reddishness between lips and desire is a fact when you are a body burn.Uncontrollable wish that kills device and lenghtens discouragement from catching you to soon.We are alive to feel,that is a celular presumption confirmed by those spiritual marks we call sorrows.Everything is sacrificed to emotion,even death,sanguinely sequestrated,implacable fate façade.

Atmospheric reclusion

2006-03-26T16:49:00.000-08:00

Subversive dawn.Forbidden night.Mistiness.
I´m on the way,but the path is behind me.I must re-enter.
The inclusion is nearly there.How can I stop me?
I´m on the opposite side of dissidence.
The soul is the master.The body leads.
Darkness guides.
Misled.Proud to be.

Atmospheric reclusion.

Aren´t you aware like I am of the oblivion?
Between the shades and the silences that bring us peace lives the love that makes us noteless.
It rises from the back of our heart and flows from above our chest and reposes in our eyes.
It goes as a nuance and heedlessly blows our senses.
It consumes the pain and frees the will.
Ghostliness.
The closest me is you.

*

SUFFER WELL

2006-03-22T14:26:00.000-08:00

Love.Feel the pain from within the despair.From beyond the power of consumption let the guidance to the perdition.From above the universe of lost survival to the hell of closure.Submit the wish to the unborn awakening.So much to persecute,so much to go mad about,to fuse,free,invade,exalt.Intoxicant wilderness.Falling resources.Outspread.Breaking flames.Tides.Flexional expansibleness towards the unlimited silence that crowds our fluxion with nothing but beauty.Hear the running of the shadow as it goes as a whisper through the body.Our secrecy is our voice.Mute nakedness.Wonder.Love.

*Warning

2006-03-19T08:27:00.000-08:00

I met you just before death.I was lucky,I had a heartshaped tumor.My time was leaving me when I heard you.I left you a star.It compromised my disappearance and the darkness in it.The darkest star retained the pain so as the dream.Then came the convulsion.You heard me.To hard to tell I was overpassing,love has come as a pagan in flames,judged for the daring.And the silence that came around with it all as an antidote to our absolut loneliness became a wish.We went through the night,through us.We were .What difference could it make the outside of the dazzle?

Yes,it´s true.Please confirm.

On the mist

2006-03-15T08:13:00.000-08:00

Overstep the body.Love the dusk.There´s a soul in it.You hear me,so there´s a heart.Your whisper the muscle.I´m cellular in you.Clamour. Silence.Convulsive journey between you and me.Along through fulness.Till dawn let us believe heaven is on our side.We´re coming on the limit to ourselves.We´re nothing above the gloomy waters where lies our stagnancy.But we´re on the mist.The claustral landscape is waiting for us to be .We´re on every sorrow,we´re on every wish and our night is bloodlessly alive.

*

2006-03-13T14:40:00.000-08:00

Abandoning myself to you

2006-03-13T09:34:00.000-08:00

Abandoning myself to you.Abandoning myself to us.
To our time,to our night.Nightly.
Surviving decadence in silence.The closest to uncertitude.
Inbreathing prudently our love instant.Remaining lucent.
Rivers of sweetness to hope for.Sadness rises from the shelter of all sorrows we are in and from the forest of lost horizons were life could never end.Pain.Our looming of embracement, our rest.
We can let it go,our chrysalid lilac fragility.We can emanate lifeless visions for the angels to cry for,leaving our grief alone to the laziness of the world.
The outflow is flooding our eyes.Absolute raining.Across several universes of dust and wind here we are,on the limit of it all,on the beginning of everything,beforetime,on the urgency of the upshot,across our present.
The darkest revelation can now utterly die for us.We are intrinsically interfusing our souls trough the gap of eternity.

DEADLOCK

2006-03-11T08:25:00.000-08:00

I can´t.I´m not.I ´m dead.I´m the loneliest person in the world.I can´t see,I will never be able to speak,I´m closed.It falls,it falls.Everything falls,future,past,present,rain,thunder,people,bodies,rain,death,everything.I must be aware that I´m a corpse,the limit to it all.The door outside the window claims for the hardest lock,to finish the story.I don´t ask for anything.I don´t want you to take me to any place,even if it´s paradise and you´re a god.I couldn´t recognize such luxuries.And I don´t want.
That´s my story.My own story.My own true story.The emptiness.And,above all,death.
None could see I was a delicate puppet,shiny blue dressed up.Not purchasable.White porcelain and ivory masked.And organically orchestred by countless feelings.The world could not approach me.It was not to be like that,it was to be like I wanted to and I don´t want anymore.But,finnally,nevertheless,take me through the dark,take me through the wind,shout me all these words of hate you can never leave behind and kill me to death,give me the major satisfaction of all times,and then, love me.

2006-03-10T16:24:00.000-08:00

Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi..del tempo felice nella miseria

The night is you and me

2006-03-09T15:50:00.000-08:00

The night is you and me
I see death between your eyes
From behind your vision
Inside your wisdom
Like a possessed harmony of desires
You see death between my lips
From behind my taste
Inside my blaze
Like a devilish conjunction of wishes
We devour time as we eat solitude
We live next to eternity
The closest to you and me
Our sacred mistic love
Must die soon to live
Our sacred mistic death
Must die soon to love
We darkened our mistery
The night is you and me

SILENT CALL

2006-03-08T16:08:00.000-08:00

Can you hear me?Can you feel my silence inclosing truth between us?Surrounding your deep solitude with the strenght of a thousand embraces?Could you believe it?Could you believe me?Can I entwine your lost soul with my unruly spirit for that you can escape every reasonableness misfortune and release your ravishing destiny?I want to kill your despair and disfigure the pain from within the mirror of your life map.I want to make sure your lifeless innermost can yet be able to obliterate your absolute grief by the faith whisper I´m breathing for you.I want you to love,and to be,again.

Precious

2006-03-07T19:39:00.000-08:00

The nocturnal angel came. The dead body was removed.The soul was still alive so as the whisper.May you be the guardian of those silent treasures.May you live our dream to presence our sweetness embroidering your destiny.

See You

2006-02-27T07:32:00.000-08:00

TODAY II

2006-02-26T09:37:00.000-08:00

A strange amount of things is rolling on today.
Time enough.
Enough things.
Coincidences and more.
Reverberations,collapses,disturbances.
Noise.
I´m going now.I´m so tired and lonely as to escape quickly and silenciously as I don´t wanna be catched even as a passerby in a hurry.I will not delete this space as the future time,if there is one, could not appreciate it.I thank everyone who shared from my blog.As from today I am the girl on the deep night of darkness.
Love.

Rose Dew

TODAY

2006-02-26T08:09:00.000-08:00

I`M DEAD.SOMEONE KILLED ME.

2006-02-25T07:54:00.000-08:00

WHAT COULD IT BE THE GREY ON THE WISH?

O toque da Morte

2006-02-23T11:07:00.000-08:00

Quem possui o toque da morte
não sabe a sorte que tem e de como irá fazer tantas pessoas felizes.

Porque o toque da morte é uma espécie de cura sem mentira.

Quem toca com o toque da morte
desconhece,por completo,o seu dom
e como o transmitir às pessoas que,verdadeiramente,
esperam por ele para começar a viver.

Porque o toque da morte faz-nos descer à terra
de onde nunca deveríamos ter levantado as nossas cabeças
e que nunca deveríamos ter pisado com os nossos pés.

Fernando Ribeiro As feridas essenciais

There is a place on the corner of my left hand where I rest my time

2006-02-20T04:38:00.000-08:00

so I can hear me thinking.
There is an uneven universe under that turquoise skin that I silently remove night by night against my death system.
The turning point of my secret routine asks for ruin to detach.
I am a despot on my own.It will be achieved.
I don´t fight for clarity,I daze darkness as my mind is in love with my aching mistery.
So as the moon peeping the night.
No future for suicide,lifé is killing me.
And I don´t remember why I was here for,when I saw the dark light of my birth.
This is only to let you know.
The text is a deserter when it comes to me,a terrifying fraud.
I am a mistake when I am a word,altough I dont lie with words.
I am a sombre message but I work with facts.
On the way to my closest me.

2006-02-19T11:00:00.000-08:00

Ao cair da placa
Ao correr da dôr
O pecado na superfície funesta
Lancinante escravidão
Tempo de carne morta
Plágio de morbidez
No espaço feito de lacuna
Perfil ligeiro de sangue
Onde a marca cospe o aço
Onde o aço cospe a vida
E a tua presença acaba

Quero a marca na mente
Solene nervura desfeita
Inteiramente nua de côr
Carnívora delimitação
Origem do crime
Margem de corte
Aparência de morte

VIOLET LORE

SUNDAY MOVIE

2006-02-19T10:52:00.000-08:00

POSSESSION-ANDREI ZULAWSKI-ONE STORY INSIDE ME

NIGHT-WATCHMAN

2006-02-17T17:17:00.000-08:00

Manias...

2006-02-16T14:39:00.000-08:00

Little devil how could you...
Dear ones my time has come...that inglorious game finnally reached me
What a trick.
Dear foreign ones please abstain,may you feel lucky.

5 manias
1amar demais
2viver demais
3pensar demais
4sentir demais
5habitar um universo paralelo e de levar os que amo para lá,para sempre.

As regras:
"Cada blogger nomeado tem de enumerar cinco manias suas,hábitos pessoais que os diferenciem do comum dos mortais.E além de tornar público o conhecimento dessas particularidades,terão de nomear cinco outros bloggers para participarem igualmente no jogo,não se esquecendo de deixar nos respectivos blogs,aviso do "recrutamento".Além disso cada participante deve reproduzir este "regulamento" no seu blog."

Convoco Devaneios de uma alma perdida Antes do Nunca Bemsei O puto/O tipo/O totó OEUMANUSDEI

2006-02-15T13:55:00.000-08:00

rain all over my night.you know what it means to me.those cryings. those falls.nightfall.rainfall.life after death.life after life.loving the liquids and the dusts that impregnate my silence and bring me back to memory.so many things to kill to be lucky to live.it´s raining when I´m am a shadow in your arms.it grows dark as my mind perturbs your sleep.absolute beauty.absolute darkness.overshadow

ROUGENOIR

2006-02-15T09:19:00.000-08:00

The shining darkness

2006-02-13T10:37:00.000-08:00

Every mourning absolute glory
Every misfortune one achievement
But let the old tyrant psalm die soon
And the night turn into heaven
Close the waters behind the shields
For my soul conclude the crying
Your inestimable offensive blaze
Close enough to my inner blowing

Let the lightning through the dark.

2006-02-13T04:01:00.000-08:00

The Great Crusades

"The band mantains a rare and diverse focus,wiyh a sound that has drawn comparisons to The Band,Richard Thompson,Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds,Neil Young,Gallon Drunk,The Jayhawks,The Replacements,Tom Waits,early Bruce Springsteen,and even folks like Leon Redbone and Morphine."From Chicago to you the prolific four stubborn guys.

2006-02-11T20:17:00.000-08:00

projection time one hundred minutes backwards

2006-02-11T20:01:00.000-08:00

2006-02-11T07:27:00.002-08:00

Nevertheless the angel can be as evil as you wish.Could you bring me some tea,please?That face from the crowd is suffering from such staidness!Nowadays none´s to blame.Such a cruelty to refuse salvation and recovery.He had an horrible red cross,like a sieve on the back, on the upside.Talk to me and hate me till you return to the labyrinth in you.The child,like a victim,crouchs in repentance as she could again affront the aimless third person.The eloquent dancer,inverting theories and intoxicated by her own intrinsic beauty, stole the pain from whithin the murderer and in a glimpse she was her lover.The third person told me that she wasn´t fair to him when they were alive and that the dreadful child was their unborned reality.Oh,how sad an orphan!You must ask Lilly about the revival.See you again next Saturday,bye,bye,for now.And look out Mr Black you must go up to Rose to solve the question.

The move

2006-02-10T11:02:00.000-08:00

She´s dancing against the move.The murderer there is watching and yelling in a mental worship of generous pain.The little girl on the back confirms there´s dew everywhere the pelican goes.Little girl how could you swear the moon was your sister and the lover was a shadow.Against the move you can look at the limit as the limit can see you.Can you see it when you´re sleeping?Look at the dancer,she´s waiting for some reward to give her some rest.That would be fine.We could change scenery for about one hour and remember those myopic times of heaven.The murderer stands still as a space guardian.We must defend our concessions and the lady is dancing.Should we cry again for her tonight?So long is the time to live and to dance...Remember cool thing I´m as blessed as the angel in you and I´m about to forget solitude.That´s what I could remember,dear Mr. Black.

2006-02-08T00:11:00.000-08:00

Yes,I´m going too.

The greatest fall or a vida por um fio

2006-02-07T15:21:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I failed to die.I woke up and I fell.It was kind of a massive falling.I flew over everything that was around,papers,magazines,furniture,shoes,my dog,my past.I flew for a long time to remember.I broke an enormous bottle that was on the floor and I miss having my neck cutted for a millimetre.Then,already on the floor an electrical wire bounded my left shin as a impediment to live so theatrical was the picture.Not yet completely awakened it really seemed a fast,simple and nefarious way to die.I stood on the floor for too long to forget. I was alone.None saw the scene but it worthed to.
Today I present a terrific scar that goes from the knee to the foot,on the right leg.And I´m alive.

The man who sees everything

2006-02-06T05:39:00.000-08:00

ZULAWSKI
and knows too much
(dedicated to bemsei)

A film for a life

2006-02-06T04:20:00.000-08:00

My life is not a book,is a film.Even not a book based one.(and even Zulawski affirming so)Those who prefer to read it,please abstain.Another alphabet going on.How can you know something about me without having seen Nadine Chevalier and Karl-Heinz Zimmer abusing life as brutal beasts in a furious troubled life ruin. I gave my life for this film.What I am now are leftovers.And that suits my absence.As death is a remembrance.

WHY

2006-02-05T14:15:00.000-08:00

WHY?

THE NIGHT SIDE ME

2006-02-03T08:28:00.000-08:00

THE NIGHT SIDE ME

The slow feeling

2006-02-01T14:58:00.000-08:00

Do you remember when we talked about the doubt I had about me as an existent?When you told me I was just there in shape and materia and that it was enough to prove the fact.And you instinctively tried to distance me from the matter as an expert ,understanding the danger ?Well today I´m again suffering from that abstract strangeness and that gloomy slow feeling,that old belonging.Can you shake me again?Can you shake it harder?That´s no way I can be as smarter as a loony to improve the circunstance and that would certainly result in a stupid epitaph.

Embrião mácula

2006-01-31T09:32:00.000-08:00

Frio gélido ódio violeta
Pétala viva odor desfeito
Paradigma jubilar
Amaldiçoas-me o tempo
Diáfana emoção concreta
E sugas-me a paisagem de leste
Enquanto te interpões ao embrião mácula
Da interpretação subjectiva
Da vontade ilusória
Atraiçoas-me o vento
Matas-me em cada desespero
Lunar
Em ti o monstro criou amarras
Amarrou a tempestade
No ciclone que és
Tua mensagem na alma
No caminho um abismo

(May you dear foreign readers pardon me but it had to be like that)

Tuesday

2006-01-31T02:23:00.000-08:00

Tiistai.Minä pelkään tiistai.Värinä.

Shadowland

2006-01-30T14:26:00.000-08:00

At present I find three categories of people in this dazed adulterated world.The ones who,for major forces,really understand and feel darkness inside because their lives are just like that and they were born to love the glimpse and not the pomp.The other ones that really don´t know what I´m talking about.And the really pointless ones who persist in causing distress upseting the first group.Slightly grotesque and animated by a patterned presumption here they are those patched creatures blinded by their own stupidity,after all the only thing that shines on them and tears them eternally off from the desirable shadowland.
(dedicated to o.m.d.)

2006-01-30T11:31:00.000-08:00

David Eugene Edwards from Woven Hand,what a musician,what a singer,what a man.

BLACK LOVE

2006-01-29T09:05:00.000-08:00

Death all over here
remainders,scum,plagues,moans
I wish that it could be the end
We could crash ourselves for good
That our hanged bodies of grievance
And our dismantled rotten structure
Had a steeply derailment
In a enormous massacre
And we could breed a monster
To bleed our sorrows
And create a massive lair
For that we could be free
To die
And to love even more our heresy

The rehearsal

2006-01-28T07:44:00.000-08:00

Last tuesday I traced myself a lot.The inner turbulence increased its values and there it was the lack game,again,but stronger than it ever was.I experienced the deepest emptiness around.I must say that I have a mental full speed engine especially designed to emphasize life ,although its death enchantment seem to elucidate even better my condition,but when you´re closing time and leaving references,you simply agree and go as it must be, loosing yourself on the way.
I´m not a typical one,my life´s a mess and for now I ´m not sure about what I really need and want ,nevertheless I persist in pursuing the same old and exhausted impetus of infinite love and infamous (I adore the word) giving.And that´s keeping me alive.
Love reminds you that nothing else matters-Amy Bushell

RETRIM

2006-01-28T04:17:00.000-08:00

Re-opening

2006-01-24T17:01:00.000-08:00

See you.

Disinclined

2006-01-24T07:57:00.000-08:00

Like my friend also said one day,I need to change scenery.I´m proud of being disconnecting everlastingly but I needed to shake it harder.I´m a misfit and I´m aware of everything.That´s what us,me and Iggy,call lust for life.

The hidden first

2006-01-23T10:29:00.000-08:00

You came as a war giant Our lifeless love
You intercepted my scenery Our intimate silence
You stifled my darkness Our time instant
You smuggled my destiny Our forgetful abyss
I was a dead tool Our abandonment
I was a dead lover Our invisibility
I was a dead dealer Our undecided pain
I was a dead phantom Our promise
A twilight fever

The hidden second

2006-01-23T06:05:00.000-08:00

The hidden is a puppet player
He´s uncanny as a interference
But his wave is a test
To failure
He´s a kind of a rip
In a handsome dream
The one I´m taking down
From him
Tactless as you are
You may not be a liar
Poetry and misfortune are not one of a kind
And you misreading your shame

You know who I am or I´m not a poet or someone understood something

2006-01-22T12:15:00.000-08:00

Someone understood something.I´m not a poet.You know who I am.I´m a insane fighter,a scandals martyr,I misuse love and I usurp passion,everytime,I´m a talented sinner,I´m as indecent as your vice and as nimble as your obsession,I challenge intuition,I refuse forgiveness and I corrode certainties,I exort.Me as I am I´m what you needed to capture for that our impertinent existence could prodigaly capitulate in abundance.

Caution

2006-01-22T04:14:00.000-08:00

Low form of life under reconstruction.

21.21

2006-01-21T03:26:00.000-08:00

Have a outrageous anniversary dear Silver-Bullet!

I´m not a poet

2006-01-20T16:28:00.000-08:00

I´m not a poet.Poetry is a rehearsal.I understood the text long before the actors came along with the improvements.I´m infected by life,my triumph is your beauty and my stigma is your body.We charmed our hell and we become truth.

A pain that I´m used to

2006-01-20T14:46:00.000-08:00

All this running around-Well it´s getting me down-Just give me a pain that I´m used to-I don´t need to believe-All the dreams you conceive-You just need to achive-Something that rings true
Depeche Mode-A pain that I´m used to

2006-01-19T15:22:00.000-08:00

Going on almost exhausting time.There´s no lasting way that could approach infiniteness.At least my senses follow the wind...

2006-01-18T14:48:00.000-08:00

My last moment away no longer spirit neither sign.No longer spirit neither sign.There´s no longer.Fading.Life can be a memory.We all could be remembrances in a long journey to death.

Rose Dew

2006-01-17T16:30:00.000-08:00

I thought I could deal great whith life,even whith death.I thought I was the strongest thing ever seen.And the prettiest.I thought I was not so alone and I was loved,sometimes,even less,but it was o.k..But this is a day to see and to feel and to be ashamed,and to be lost.I feel nothing,I´ve got nothing to feel how could I feel something?Please come and take me.There´s nothing like despair to call for someone to love us and to take us to where the one wants, preferably into the night,into the hole,into nothing.
Rose Dew

Long over due

2006-01-16T11:59:00.001-08:00

I´m always crashing in the same car.Another car to crash on?I believe in it´s existence but how can I reach the thing?Long over due Rose Dew.If you knew,dearest one,how beautiful,powerfull and intelligent am I you would be quite depressed on having taken that decision.Today I was feeling really down and I needed to spill out something,it was a blunder,yeah.You´re a blunder o.m.d..But don´t worry there´s a lot like you,you will never feel so alone like me.Only the greatest live more.

He´s coming and I´m going

2006-01-15T08:57:00.000-08:00

I´m going home this year.Rain´s falling down all over me as I ordered.Everything´s ckeking up strategies for the leaving.I must put an end to this for that one day we can be closer.Many injuries to count to have the guts to stay.I´m abandoning my space to the one´s coming hoping that will do and he´ll not feel unsatisfied.I desperately tried to love more than nature could allow,temperance was never my virtue, and I was here for the utmost.

2006-01-14T18:20:00.000-08:00

When you go away with my emptiness aside your chest let the sorrows detach a little,they´re strong and indisputable and I´m not their slave.When you hear my mind above the subject let your spirit recognize distance,what was remembrance now is a whisper and I went on through my soul.
Rose Dew

Ourselves

2006-01-13T12:51:00.000-08:00

The legendary soul whisper goes on and on embroidering our lifes while in the shredered abyss of our minds our essence claims for clearance.

2006-01-12T07:40:00.000-08:00

I will always run the risk of something.That´s my way.When I´m not defying myself and my world I´m dying a little,I´m disappearing.Sometimes my system goes weak and awareness grows...When everything ´s really low only anguish to join me as a warning to restore my connections to what we call existence.Then the longing is back,again.

WHY

2006-01-11T06:50:00.000-08:00

Why everything´s changing abruptly since last year´s end?Everything´s flowing in a strange rush like if it had been, somehow ,already matter of a higher prediction.When I really stop a little to think about the whole of the events I´m made of now ,I recognize fate.So I believe.
Rose Dew

My sweet love

2006-01-10T11:57:00.000-08:00

My soul needs you.

The perfect drug

2006-01-09T07:03:00.000-08:00

Love is the perfect drug.It feeds our needs and unlimit our desires.We´re in delight and we forget terms. Life´s only the excuse for the beyond.Who cares for less than everything?

Princess

2006-01-09T04:05:00.000-08:00

I can´t stop thinking about you. You are in my dreams, my thoughts, my heart and my soul. I wish you like the part of me you don´t know, but maybe I´m just being selfish in a sad moment for you. I wish you can be happy as you make me.
I never thought I could love so much anyone as I love you.

To my father

2006-01-08T08:28:00.000-08:00

My father left me 6 years ago.See you were his last words.I was the unique witness.In our solitude I testified the desertion and it was over.Nevertheless he went on so close...I believe he never let me,till now.Now he´s really leaving,he´s detaching.His soul is releasing mine for that I can renew my aims.I almost hear him and I feel him.He was quite obstinate and he didn´t understand my madness but he adored me like if he was my believer.

2006-01-08T08:13:00.000-08:00

Happy birthday dear David! Still shining!

2006-01-07T12:26:00.000-08:00

I love YOU

2006-01-07T04:26:00.000-08:00

Rose, I am feeling very bad today. You are sad and it was my fault. I never wanted to make you sad, that was my worst nightmare. When I read your words I felt I was dying inside, my world falling down. I felt hollow and pain at the same time. Don´t you see that I don´t care about any other girl, any other person than you? I simply LOVE YOU.

Today

2006-01-06T15:45:00.000-08:00

Today everything is happening.Everything is falling down.I broke a lamp.My bird sings continuously.My friend Peter was trying to help me whith a technical problem for about an hour and we didn´t absolutely get to any conclusion.I can´t get a strange sound that I heard Tuesday out from mind.I can´t speak about anything at home because all that I say is taken as a injury.My neighbours didn´t ever had so many visitors around looking for climb our stairs in a mad noisy wayMy dog ´can´t get quiet for a minute.And many more things that I prefer not to report.Rose Dew

2006-01-06T10:27:00.000-08:00

Let this be your swan dance and not your swan song...

The perfect scar

2006-01-05T10:42:00.000-08:00

I´m breeding a scar.My body against it´s growth ,beeing devoured from whithin.My time to live the time for the accomplishment.I must be the one to die soon.The law is clear and I´m alone.By the end ,suddenly,I drain in another blood.I was not supposed to be careful so I let myself go.I don´t care for the oncoming,everything goes when you´re lost .Only one major eternal thing could beam my scanty life.Your sweetness.

Light

2006-01-05T07:34:00.000-08:00

There´s a princess crossing my path. When she appears she lights the darkness, and her light never goes out.

For you

2006-01-04T16:23:00.000-08:00

You thought that it could never happen
to all the people that you became,
your body lost in legend,the beast so very tame.
But here,right here,
between the birthmark and the stain,
between the ocean and your open vein,
between the snowman and the rain,
once again,once again,
love calls you by your name.
Leonard Cohen*Love Calls You By Your Name

My motivation

2006-01-04T11:29:00.000-08:00

Rose Dew, you are THE motivation. You are surelly more than just a human sketch to me. I only don´t know why do you feel interest on a guy like me, I´m sure I don´t deserve it. (The post title was RD for a reason...)

I´m not afraid of anything

2006-01-04T10:22:00.000-08:00

How could I?If I´m alive and I can abuse from all my senses and I outrageously feel and think ,what would it be the matter?I´ve got bones in my eyes and I´m standing above my body to make sure I´m staying.That´s what I call a belief.To live and to fight for ourselves whith our own archaic weapons whithout fearing even what we don´t imagine we are.
Rose Dew

2006-01-03T16:56:00.000-08:00

Today someone wrote in a public forum that it was at the same time hard to answer and hard to understand a question that I have formulated him to deal whith.It´s been always the same whith me all my life.It´s not that I absolutely intend to be taken as a superior mind,that would be deplorable,but why do I consecutively suffer from that kind of diagnosis?That adjusts well to my uncommon way but not to my inner certainty of what is clarity.
I was feeling much better,I have had the most beautiful morning message but then I had to leave home to face the world and those poor little creatures of boredom that are my university mates of scandinavian language and it was it,I was getting down again.Then I return home,it was late,I was tired and I read that I have a confused mind.What the hell...

For Rose Dew

2006-01-03T03:48:00.000-08:00

Rose Dew, you´re wrong about one thing. You´re not an imaginary princess, you´re indeed a princess, a real one, and you should be treated according to that fact. If I could I would smash everybody who makes you sad.
I lied when I said divine entities don´t exist. You are the proof.

People 2

2006-01-02T09:43:00.000-08:00

I make mine Rose Dew`s words. I´m tired of stupid people and their stupid things. They think they´re "normal", but they´re only ordinary people with ordinary lives. For them who is different is "anormal", some product of the lower estracts of society, so always someone to blame and joke. Maybe they don´t understand that not everybody wants their ordinary lives. Or maybe they know that and just pretend they don´t, so they can carry on their lives.

People

2006-01-02T05:53:00.000-08:00

What I wanted and I needed was to see and to feel better people around.Sometimes I don´t absolutelly care about that,I´m aware from everything and I even don´t remember that I´m not alone,but many times I need a little beauty to survive(?) as I want to survive(?),for now. I would love to breathe a lot better and to love more.I just can´t deal whith basic people,I can´t bear their mental and sensibility poverties and what I really,really,hate the most is the current fashionable feeling of friendship,cool and tender...and FILTHY.I love well educated persons,who speak and write worthly, who care for what pride still means in our degenerated society,whose wishes are made of intelligence,dignity and truth and who don´t live for football,mobile phones,commercial centers,cigarettes,food,zen,Fnac,cleverness,beer,sex,american movies,intelect,trips,visibility,politic,economy and money.Someone stop stupid ones to cross my way and bring me good things,please!

2006-01-01T15:50:00.000-08:00

The mistery of love is greater than the mistery of death.(Oscar Wilde)
Love´s the most powerfull living truth of all times.(Rose Dew)

2006

2005-12-31T15:30:00.000-08:00

FROM HERE TO ETERNITY
NO TIME TO OVERRULE LOVE AND PASSION.
ONLY SPACE TO CLAIM FOR EVASION.
RUSH TO LIMITS AND OVERSHADOW ITS LEGACIES.
THERE`S NO LIFE WITHOUT VERTIGO.
ROUSE
ROSE DEW
SILVER-BULLET

2005-12-30T13:42:00.000-08:00

Hello dear Silver-Bullet,I´m absolutely not happy today.We both had a shattered day.How can I push you away from that storm you in ,that I totally understand and respect ,whith no more than my affection and my affinity?I´m so desolated by your sorrow that I want it to prevail over mine and I want you to be sure that I´m here, although about as weak and sad as you ,but strong as a tempest to reach your heart.
Yours Rose Dew

Hell

2005-12-30T04:08:00.000-08:00

I hope you be happy. The others I don´t care, I hope they rott in hell, it´s a good place for fiends like them to live. You should see only beauty, your eyes should gaze wonderful things and not this horror. You must leave this world.
"Maybe this is another planet´s hell." (Aldous Huxley)

Do I really exist?

2005-12-29T06:59:00.002-08:00

I ever feared my existence was illusory.Time and Space smart ideas to well limit my,after all impossible ,understanding of anything,and ,other people to keep me amused and quiet.I always felt I was not heavy enough to fulfil my shape.Someone must have done that for myself.I know that I´m nothing more than a projection of a higher mind,a cute marionette in a kind of a playground world.Nevertheless I´m not at all alone on this affair and I don´t care for my imaginary soul as I truly believe in absolute love to expiate my misfortune.

Rose Dew

And now?

2005-12-28T08:14:00.000-08:00

The choice has been made, there´s no turning back. And now? Now suffer the consequences: you´re responsible for your choices. Am I? Yes, nobody obliged you. You only accept the advices if you want. Didn´t you get what you ever wanted? Don´t complain now.
But we don´t want what we think we want. Be careful with your wishes.

KLAUS KINSKI

2005-12-28T07:20:00.000-08:00

Today is Klaus day.Because I decided so.He is astonishing yet now ,although he is not living the same kind of life we are for a long time and we can´t so easily notice him.Aguirre has been ,perhaps,his most powerful work but Nosferatu what a gloom!I know him from about my birthdate.I must say that my mother was a little crazy on leaving me alone nightlong in front of our tv equipment without any restrictions,seeing every kind of late movies.I´m grateful to her on that.Klaus helped me growing up better and was one of those few who seem to had sentenced my destiny.Dear Klaus.
ROSE DEW