strenght out of weakness

*to reach our destination,we must lose our way*

*true strenght can only be found in weakness*

*if you seek safety,live dangerously*

* what you give up will be given to you*

*the less you do,the more you get done*

*only alone can we be together *

*only together can we be alone*

*if you seek eternity, live in the HERE AND NOW*

From ''Courage to Surrender'' by Tommy Hellsten

streets of london

bansky-minded...

Love Poem

Beyond watching eyes

With sweet and tender kisses

Our souls reached out to each other

In breathless wonder

And when I awoke

From a vast and smiling peace

I found you bathed in morning light

Quietly studying

All the messages on my phone..

bansky-obsession...

I bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor

Stop making the eyes at me,
I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said*, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984

That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go!

Oh, there ain't no Love,
no Montagues or Capulets
Are just banging tunes and DJ sets and...
Dirty dancefloors, and dreams of naughtiness!

Alex T:)

kitty cat falling from the sky

I wake up in the middle of the night ,hearing a strange sound coming from outside.

Something scratching my window...

A kitty cat falling from the sky..

All in a kind of slow motion...

Im half asleep

And suddenly wide awake

It's real

The black,evil looking cat really falling off the sky

And landing on my windowsill

It looked at me

I looket at it

And stayed there till the morning

And slept on the other side of the glass

I did not open the window

I was a bit scared of the kitty

When I woke up he was still there

Giving off mixed air

An evil, vicious cat

Probably purring softly

Gazing deeply right through me

The cat watched me all the time

As I got out of bed,naked

As I took a shower

As I was drying my body

And getting dressed

When I was leaving the flat

The cat was still there

Watching.....

Peacefully

As if waiting to be let in..

It might still be there

Waiting for me

Im gonna go back

And let the kitty in

He must be thirsty and hungry

I will feed him

Being a Bird

There is a middle point on the way,which a man having such a fate cannot remember later without being moved; a pale, fine light and sunny happiness are characteristic of it,

a feeling of birdlike freedom, birdlike perspective, birdlike arrogance,some third thing in which curiosity and tender contempt are united.

No longer chained by hatred or love, one lives without a Yes, without a No, voluntarily near,voluntarily far, most preferably slipping away, avoiding, fluttering on, gone again, flying upward again.

If you want to live as a free spirit, you can't be too attached to anyone or anything.You have go to live your life as a wanderer. It's difficult and lonely, but it's your task, your secret destiny. You can't be chained up to hatred and love like other people. You gotta live like a bird, fluttering here and there, flying upward, without any uncertainties. You have to live without yes, without no...

Can we really live our lives like birds?We are human beings, in fact. Cannot always just fly here and there as we please. Cannot always live between yes and no. If we want to live lives of free spirits we need to be honest with ourselves. And most importantly we need straight answers.
Maybe Yes.
Maybe No.
Yes.
No.

knowing yourself...

We knowers are unknown to ourselves, and for a good reason:
how can we ever hope to find what we have never looked for?

The sad truth is that we remain necessarily strangers to ourselves, we don't understand our own substances, we must mistake ourselves; the axiom,

'Each man is farther from himself ' will hold for us all eternity.

Of ourselves we are not knowers.
Nietzsche

To know myself
To understand the needs, desires, choices..
That is my ultimate desire
Not to be ever surprised
at my own reactions
to obtain full control of my actions
to be stronger
and to defrost my mind...

After having burned so many times
Still frozen..