The virgin canvas of my groin will tell a story later on today, just like a painting . Thus ready to be dissected...
Thursday, 14 April 2011
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
Divine proportion...
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Monday, 11 April 2011
My balcony tiny garden...
Sunday, 10 April 2011
TALE’S TITLE SETTING
That is how it works, there is no secret; the matter communicates in the deepest level now and forever, from here to the time of ancient civilizations which mysteries were hidden in sarcophaguses. The daisy growing in a skull’s eye socket, distinguished plant pot, which halo represents the breath of the caterpillar climbing up the branches of an extinguished prehistoric conifer. My sun is a colleague of your sun; the son of the cannibal tribe singer prays to be out of the phagocytizing circle, in perfect synchrony with the predisposition that entomologists have to appreciate what is invisible to the rest. I see nests on the trees, all over the place; they were there since my zero anniversary, where were my eyes? What kind of particles go through the air, cutting steel as if it would be butter? The same volcano or the same tornado, compiled climatic changes that shook the tiny spaces between the particles inside of my atoms. A slight variation on the sequence of the waves and the history revives with ardent novelty. It is a brand new world that is seizing by doubt; the confusion is replaced by the acknowledgement of the ignorance. Look in the palm of my hand, the sacred path of nature’s scream ramifies on my skin as if me myself would be a brother’s tree, and I have no doubt I am. Exchangeable, wise, differing elements converge in a moment in time, to make of the variety molecular associations, a supreme way to achieve any imaginable combination. B_Nour
Saturday, 9 April 2011
FREELANCE HAPPINESS
What makes me happy the most? To be able to provide somebody else’s happiness. Of course I like little external joys that are provoked by other human, but I don’t surrender to the expectative of a foreign response. What counts is here, nowhere else in this globe. What is the wonder? That now that there is no intention, it just flows. Whatever I am I am, despite of… and the relevance does not increase by hollow flattering or the recognition, that false friend semi buried in a sandbox. And it happens to be that I am under the glass of the exclusive items showcase. Yes, the same that is talking, the one that once was resigned itself to be a bargain sale, by life’s discomfort, by pushing too hard against what is essential. There is nothing more attractive to me than the marriage with nature, the one take wild profiles associated by similarity. So come and crown me, the one for so long already known as an ascetic queen, let me deck you out with this garland inside the garland that bloomed in my birth. There is no actual certification, no grade achieved or to achieve, the count grows by being plugged to the interstellar balance that preceded and will remain. I can’t help but to love all that is here in this moment around me. What I was given is not mine is a vehicle to serve in the name of the rotational health. I can’t explain how gratifying is to enjoy the new order that is created by exploiting this refreshing condition, it revives anything and anyone by proximity, I can tell. All that was necessary was the absence of need for fulfillment, due to the fact that the amphora of earthy body clay containing the ethereal soul fluids is on its own complete and doesn’t really need to be fulfilled. B_Nour
