Saturday, April 14, 2007
My town seen from another town
I mean to the University, after these next two weeks, then I will have just the dissertation. In the mean time.............
1- Suitcase= done
2- Books= are there
4- Thousand copies of my essay=everywhere
5- Passport= ok...I need a better picture by the way
6- Video for my presentation= a hundred copies
7- Presentation= AHHHHHHHHHHHHH....it is the FIRST time I will make one, I practice and I sound like retarded lol
Entering into panic, self-doubt mixed with tons of negativity.
I need a vacation
See you all soon!
P.s. 2: Fox if you read this, I will try to write from Holland but I am not sure if I will have the time, if not I will do it when I come back, muah
Friday, April 06, 2007
I don't know why in this last month I have been fascinated by clouds and seagulls, I have taken so many pictures but with my small unprofessional camera, well few are good. Perhaps they will look nice over the black background.
It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.
When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.
O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman's gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
William Butler Yeats