When a wine glass steps on the barrel

When a wine glass steps on the barrel
The wine is screaming red in the darkness of the mind
And it lights a torch for the wolves in me
Because the night is long and the dawn is far.

The beasts multiplied in my mind
The howling screams, tells me to run
I’m howling myself, with a red tongue,
At the shore of the swamp of wine.

A wine glass, lost its leg, has my fingers as crutches
Pages of songs braided in wine plaits
In my arms, I hear my barrel mumbling
I am empty. Has the dawn come yet?

When a wine glass steps on the barrel
When a wine glass steps on the barrel
When a wine glass steps on the barrel
When a wine glass steps on the barrel
When a wine glass steps on the barrel
When a wine glass steps on the barrel

Inspiration

I wait to be given to me on a plate and I wait for nothing. Tactical change; I prepare the bait.
I take the tea kettle from the stove, put the flowers in the kettle and place it on the coffee table. I push the table into the belly of the room. It is my special place and I regularly feed it with flowers, today in the kettle.
I’m baiting and waiting. Today might be a good day.

In the depths, in the sea of subconsciousness, ideas begin to appear. A wave of ideas, states, creatures of darkness, smaller and bigger. Bubbles of thought that come to the surface and break into consciousness. And I feel them. They’re mine.
That pleases me. They float around, and maybe close to me there will be a bigger bubble of the unknown.
Maybe I’m lucky today. I feel lucky. Come on, now.

It appears on the surface. I feel it. This bubble of thought is different, it’s a state of mind. I see it; it is in consciousness.
No, don’t go! Don’t push yourself back into the depths of the unknown. Come back to me, back to the bait.
Yes! Eat, swallow, grow a bigger bubble and come to the surface. Come and hang yourself in the hook of the consciousness.
I got you, inspiration.

Inspiration
Inspiration
Inspiration
Inspiration
Inspiration
Inspiration

Kreo of the Day #39 Flowers take care of people

I walked into the yard. Flowers live in the yard, flowers and people; and the flowers take care of people.
The beauty of the flowers awakened my soul to life.
When I left, I made a small garden in my soul.
Since then, when the wind blows me away, when I feel like walking through the mud, I hide in the garden of the soul and the flowers take care of me.

Flowers take care of people
Flowers take care of people
Flowers take care of people
Flowers take care of people

Human: Silence into Appearance

I heard myself proclaimed Human
By the act of birth.
What is it? Silence.
What is not? Appearance.

Human,
Complex vibration of the energy,
Organic chemistry experiment in the world’s laboratory,
Amalgam of extremes, concepts, and beliefs
Poured in the cup of identity
From which I drink every day to poison
The Silence
Into Appearance.

Human: Silence into Appearance
Human: Silence into Appearance
Human: Silence into Appearance
Human: Silence into Appearance
Human: Silence into Appearance
Human: Silence into Appearance

Hospice

I have to close my eyes to see, the tomorrow that will never be
For me, for you, for us.
What can I do?
Find a guru in the wisdom of time,
Find ourselves in a different life,
I’m afraid, I’m too scared
To see that you will not be.

In the hospice, I sit
In a white and cold room
Remembering the good days left behind,
And I try to open the window, but I can’t,
I can’t breathe, and I’m cold,
I already feel alone.

I’m holding your body, and I
Remember the memories,
Remember the voice,
Remember the touch,
The breath,
The kiss,
And the laugh.

And I’m shouting, I’m cursing, I’m angry,
I’m hurting, I’m burning, I’m crying,
I’m asking forgiveness,
I’m sorry.

Hospice
Hospice

Kreo of the Day #37 Guilt

Guilt is not produced from the mistake. Guilt is produced from MY mistake.
Open the pipeline carrying the guilt, and let it flow. Expose it.
Life is an opportunity to express, not to pile up guilt upon guilt.
Open the guilt pipeline in other people. Maybe open a “Guilt Painting” shop and paint people’s guilt feelings. I would be your first customer.

Guilt

Guilt

Marathon

First day
I don’t suffer. I don’t know suffering. I don’t know hours. I don’t know after and before.
When I came in this world, I came alone.
My life is made here for now. But in other parts of the future, there will be separation.

The younger
I suffer. I know hours. I know after.
When I start to suffer, I think about the hours, and the hours after the hours.
I’m tired, and young, and I have many hours left.
I don’t think about the finish line.

The elder
I’ve got used to suffering. I forget the hours. I know before.
When I suffer, I think about the hours before the hours.
I’m tired, and old, and I have many hours to remember.
Don’t quit now! Let’s go, let’s go! One more day.
I think a lot about the finish line.
Here he comes! Here comes your next!

Marathon

Marathon

Marathon

Marathon

Marathon

Marathon