Saturday 15 February 2014

like red openings of the soul, all closed and sealed











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  1. this is music, crimson notes played on the staves of a wall ... i love how the curtains in no two windows are the same, each touched into its unique shape by the air and the light (and perhaps by a hand from inside), theme and variation, rhythm ... it is the soul, as you say, and the red, systolic, open-close-open of a heartbeat:-))

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    1. such a delight, to imagine the endless stories behind those curtains...


      :-)

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  2. si totusi, cum se iveste cate un colt acolo, curios,deschis, parca gata sa se deschida oricand, in ciuda oricaror hotarari... cred ca nici nu conteaza,la suflet sau la o fereastra, cat de mare se vede ca ar fi deschiderea, ea este,practic, o virtualitate pentru care orice pare a fi de ajuns.
    sunt asa frumoase, doar sa le privesti este de ajuns, cat ii trebuie ochiului ca sa isi ia mustul:)

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    1. :-) ai fost atrasa de acealsi lucru ca James, pe mine doar inchiderea ma frapase. ce mult spun aceste mici observatii despre starea noastra de spirit...

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  3. gosh, these are curtains only, not sealed! no no no. unable to see in detail at first,
    i feared the windows may be bricked, closed forever. i breath with relieve. (and smile)

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    1. oh no, they are not bricked :-)

      smiling too

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  4. I read this as a great desire not to speak or to say anything. As if the drawbridge was being raised...

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    1. yes, you may be right there. though if the bridge were truly floating, one could never raise it completely, could one?

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  5. The wound is the gateway to the soul.

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    1. this line is absolutely perfect as companion to these images, i wish i have thought of it myself (though i was too busy barring those gateways, i think :-).

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