Blindness

It may rain,

silently.

But you can't see.

Clouds are gone,

the Sun is gentle,

and the wind blows 

like a hand caressing the leaves softly.

But you can't hear, though.

You are either

to busy

for such trivial irrelevant things,

or trapped into a room

wishing

you could be 

the clouds,

the wind,

the leafs.

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Check it out the debut album of Duo 0.

Kiko Sebrian & Thomaz Souza

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The Ocean

Silence.

Under the surface

all changes.

Diving into the heart

of

the unknown...

hold your breath,

and go deeper.

Light might fade.

That is where something will be found...

Portraits of Anne Tastad

Deep is what 

is found in that lake

behind those eyes.

Gray is the cloud,

shadows over the water,

blue.

The beauty grows

in the silence of the night,

under the darkness.

Stars are reflected

in that blue.

The beauty shines

silently. 

The wonderful pictures used for composing the watercolors are from Anne's (super awesome) Instagram. She rocks!

https://www.instagram.com/___cellardoor___/

Morfina

I know you

from somewhere.

Where?

I know you.

I know nothing about you,

but,

I know you,

I know I know 

you.

And 

If life is an activity

that happens inside of our minds,

we may have touched ours

in a common thought,

or 

in an unpredictable dream. 

Snake

Growing like tree

a snake

or

the arms of a lover.

Burning like 

a

flame

that grows like 

a

tree 

a 

snake

or

the

arms of a lover.