Friday, 6. November 2009, 15:25:49
These days are blues days.
My harmonica and my guitars are playing only in my mind.
Only my eyes are singing.
Thursday, 5. November 2009, 00:38:48
Walking against a strong wind.
Wednesday, 12. August 2009, 17:16:58
Thursday, 30. April 2009, 13:12:11
Understanding is that penetrating quality of knowledge that grows from theory, practice, conviction, assertion, error, and humiliation.
Thursday, 22. May 2008, 10:53:23
poetry
This morning I've read this in a book chosen randomly in my library, it express what I feel when I think at my days of youth. I'm only 25 years old, but many things are changed in comparison of my youth...
Edgar Lee Masters. (Spoon River Anthology.)
111. Ernest Hyde
MY mind was a mirror:
It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew.
In youth my mind was just a mirror
In a rapidly flying car,
Which catches and loses bits of the landscape.
Then in time
Great scratches were made on the mirror,
Letting the outside world come in,
And letting my inner self look out.
For this is the birth of the soul in sorrow,
A birth with gains and losses.
The mind sees the world as a thing apart,
And the soul makes the world at one with itself.
A mirror scratched reflects no image--
And this is the silence of wisdom.
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