Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Calling From Se W595 Using Sip

minimal details in the foreground. Declaration of intent

There are all kinds of eyes.

exciting and incredible. Far
almost absent.

almond-shaped, or caving in
I was sleepless.

Liquids, almost drowned in light.
or invisible at the same blood flowing through them.

flash, mobile and regular. O
own plan, dispersed over a blind spot.

watchful eye, and distracted eyes. Perimeter and
horizon between us and others. Other
outside and inside us.

It 'easy to be upset in one eye.
You're done if a few well-forged.

But I now I'm stuck with two lids.
Enchanting.
Reading, delicate.
Despite the heavy make-up and sleep in that nailed gravity.
Furniture, restless.
perfect and fleeting, like the look broken up that you laid.
soft, like a caress of light in the slight movement which stretched and then disappeared.
A unique dance in which I lingered with bold insistence
Fascinated almost to the harassment I thanked sunglasses that provide an excuse for indifference to my eyes as fierce as prying.

* this post is a detail that looks at them often makes incredible shots and then turns them into headlines. Maybe again soon, maybe not thinking at all. But reading has always been fascinating. I was glued to its pages more than once, so I dedicate him one of mine.

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