tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801571642652463822024-02-20T23:24:23.031-03:00Opaque DestinationDemokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-75731640610026756292009-07-04T12:53:00.004-03:002009-07-14T20:45:38.635-03:00Swan Song / Mardi Gras<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhlyDPFYW_HnHFVoMuRTGUQ7m-HKycTl7qlOWB9OcWxMk1-jqzgPI6feNaw28EHOnx2NNDLbQ9tNf3Yv-rzi93xL5gM_LMx2q-dwsvKCdaOgAli7yKZW6CYRRyAh2zdx-KU9ZsFio2W0/s1600-h/Glorious_Second.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhlyDPFYW_HnHFVoMuRTGUQ7m-HKycTl7qlOWB9OcWxMk1-jqzgPI6feNaw28EHOnx2NNDLbQ9tNf3Yv-rzi93xL5gM_LMx2q-dwsvKCdaOgAli7yKZW6CYRRyAh2zdx-KU9ZsFio2W0/s320/Glorious_Second.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354639488982890770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swan Song/Mardi Grass</span></span><br /><br />Numbered clouds<br />Shades with names<br />Who calls?<br />Catch your songs<br />I'm there you see<br />At the table<br />With the kings<br />All is dying but<br />We fly in unusual,<br />Invented dances<br />I watch<br />We pass<br />Surpassing<br />Catch your songs<br />And if you think<br />Those were the days<br />I would say<br />You are right<br />In a certain way<br />Time also dies<br /><br /><br />:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:<br />¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨.¨<br />¨ ¨ :¨: ¨ ¨<br />:-:-:-:<br />: : :<br />: :<br />.<br />..<br />......<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">So that's it ! The rumours were true: OPAQUE DESTINATION IS BACK!<br />Stay around and join us in this journey towards the unknown.<br />Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends...<br />Enjoy it!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-23039860530706469632009-05-30T13:22:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.654-03:00Renewall<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />Renewall</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Aos passantes e fiéis amigos que ainda me apóiam visitando este lugar de sombras e palavras:<br /><br />Obrigado pelo contínuo (as vezes involuntário mas sempre bem vindo) apoio.<br />Opaque Destination está passando por algumas mudanças visuais. Sinto que com o tempo o design do site passou a não representar mais a dimensão da idéia geral deste projeto. Acho que é hora de uma mudança... Assim espero que gostem do novo design no qual estou trabalhando. Infelizmente não tenho tido todo o tempo que queria, já que tenho um trabalho em tempo integral. Mas Opaque Destination vive! de volta mais cedo do que vocês pensam e mais estranho do que nunca...<br /><br /><br /><br />To the bystanders and faithful friends who still support me by visiting this place of shadows and words:<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Thanks for your permanet (sometimes unintended but always welcome) support.<br />Opaque Destination is going through some visual changes. I feel that the site design no more represents the size of the idea behind this project. I think it is time for a change... I hope you enjoy the new design I'm working on. Unfortunately I have not had much time, since I have a full time job. But Opaque Destination lives! back sooner than you think and stranger than ever...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-27208677846177995772009-04-18T13:32:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.935-03:00Fish in The Meadows<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7t444VW4cqGN1qS2FubhzI_4jpM-WuuLz3gvy5k9-JGY2w1fuPo6n5u0VxEA5vfb4WUrtz8kg0e-T8oyiibl2wjRnFC8FCibH9rdNMpWRDuIngQOiElpDAR70r095mfgqetpkBqrEgQ/s1600-h/The_Homily.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7t444VW4cqGN1qS2FubhzI_4jpM-WuuLz3gvy5k9-JGY2w1fuPo6n5u0VxEA5vfb4WUrtz8kg0e-T8oyiibl2wjRnFC8FCibH9rdNMpWRDuIngQOiElpDAR70r095mfgqetpkBqrEgQ/s320/The_Homily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326071651888715394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span>Fish in The Meadows</span></span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">How far we are from what we faithfully seek<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">What a</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> misleading dream<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">What a delusive search<br />Fish in the meadows<br />And bees in the sea<br /><br /><br />................................<br />. . . . . . . .<br />. . . . .<br />. . .<br />.<br />.<br />..<br />.......<br />..<br />.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />It is not possible to know everything about something. Nor even about nothing.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-87432953372259636392009-04-14T19:52:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.911-03:00Karthago<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfFNRRlr97yf_Zw22apRvNJklFcaYac6CZqHp5ipcqmnOQVWs49jNC7fBoX9pwH5MJDhRNdw59wxnpXfD63eLjvrZhj5GiYfgCIk38jmbpFNTh3G656y-rJJ6K7d-JT4K6gyUx7-jeHc/s1600-h/Ohmega.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfFNRRlr97yf_Zw22apRvNJklFcaYac6CZqHp5ipcqmnOQVWs49jNC7fBoX9pwH5MJDhRNdw59wxnpXfD63eLjvrZhj5GiYfgCIk38jmbpFNTh3G656y-rJJ6K7d-JT4K6gyUx7-jeHc/s320/Ohmega.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324724410802469122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Karthago</span></span><br /><br />Drawing lines that later will reveal<br />The bounds that merge us down<br />In a mass of pressured thoughts<br />It is true I cannot remember<br />When I first saw <span style="font-size:100%;">your hesitating walk<br />Your eyes moving as if yo</span>ur doubt was mine<br />Time is a verb and I should have known<br />How to spell your name without this beauty<br />That in the end is an empty enchantment<br />To summon winds from inexistent coordinates<br /><br /><br /><br />. . . . . . . . . . .<br /><>:<>:<>:<><br />:<>:::<>:<br /><>::<><br />. . .<br /><><br />. .<br />..<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />My mind fights on many fronts.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-35315499967371104222009-04-06T16:23:00.006-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.894-03:00Scappata<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofk9nseTLWkm0BaSrT1vEK4_Bj0fUt-VlsQjiGuATDO4IA714cPUXFMbv-aGSVLHcAMD8REuIU4772EGZ5hv-npPiq7QUqymtEcWA4IX3lrT_3-8kehF-NboO4EOCGmUq5rwOvt6ubpo/s1600-h/Scappata.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofk9nseTLWkm0BaSrT1vEK4_Bj0fUt-VlsQjiGuATDO4IA714cPUXFMbv-aGSVLHcAMD8REuIU4772EGZ5hv-npPiq7QUqymtEcWA4IX3lrT_3-8kehF-NboO4EOCGmUq5rwOvt6ubpo/s320/Scappata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321664558833006450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scappata</span></span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Fire<br />Shines high<br />Exiled, I've chased mirages<br />Crossing deserts to meet<br />My own disappearance<br /><br />Found, then lost.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />--::::::::::::::::::::::::::--<br />. . . . . . .<br />. . . . . . .<br />- - - -<br />:::::<br />:::<br />::<br />:<br />...<br />..........<br /><br /><br /><br />All the evidences lead to one suspect: chance.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-79972657395019428802009-04-02T00:37:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.877-03:00Good Morning Prypiat<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrNYvgq99Ew2GoV1Yv49fwmc8Mu8zc793_vuyxvNDr2h2uhzMo3-FUkVbykszQMVn_YNUfUGYADmkcdXTU0_x6jdUuGkVj2JALcL7vtwIRajG_l3l_5KnnEOroq9OBQVK6HKMfTAaKQ0/s1600-h/Fission.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIrNYvgq99Ew2GoV1Yv49fwmc8Mu8zc793_vuyxvNDr2h2uhzMo3-FUkVbykszQMVn_YNUfUGYADmkcdXTU0_x6jdUuGkVj2JALcL7vtwIRajG_l3l_5KnnEOroq9OBQVK6HKMfTAaKQ0/s320/Fission.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319937637226425986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Good Morning Prypiat<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">900 rusted years will pass<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Framed moment, framed air<br />Nor even ghosts now haunt you<br />Good morning today<br />Always in the dark<br />But is not always night to you<br /><br /><br />. : :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: : .<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">. . . . . . . . . .<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">: :: :: :: :: :<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">: :: :: :<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">:: ::<br />. .<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />So, explain to me...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-66636851483804175292009-03-30T17:28:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.857-03:00Shapeshifting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhm2q27LyO8Fhor2WIw1V4qJk3vO7cEHHQ592O2B8gVzX4HAmGPrH5ZnQOR5AZ6JiqTDHLS0CsxG13ZzqkniMyfY9WjljKjagOJ5jm03UhPa0hIWaV8brFoLMvVSPwbQ1kusUwf4dw1k/s1600-h/Sonic_Mirror_+Map.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZhm2q27LyO8Fhor2WIw1V4qJk3vO7cEHHQ592O2B8gVzX4HAmGPrH5ZnQOR5AZ6JiqTDHLS0CsxG13ZzqkniMyfY9WjljKjagOJ5jm03UhPa0hIWaV8brFoLMvVSPwbQ1kusUwf4dw1k/s320/Sonic_Mirror_+Map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319087438766399842" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shapeshifting<br /><br /></span></span>We are merged in fragments<br />We, dissolved, permeate time<br />Though we know we have to leave<br />We talk on staying<br />Mesmerized by<br />Life's inconsistency<br /><br /><br /><br />. . . . . . . . .<br />.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.<br />::.::.::.::.::<br />..:..:..:..<br />.:.:.:.<br />:.:<br />..<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The truth is out there. But we are here...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-45013002513053154562009-03-21T15:13:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.838-03:00Those Black Eyes Now Opaque<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizO-M7NQPnn76u44pJdUOMvSA2iB6ki5r8IqtJNuzdt5WYmsZGdSA0jHW4-9y7WfqTTY2zmtXbehHMd-M-QcrVwKkA_VFsli03jMqnWaT3l7QNVehGY2f1MZW-I9Nh5BIAzb-FacOoawY/s1600-h/Retina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizO-M7NQPnn76u44pJdUOMvSA2iB6ki5r8IqtJNuzdt5WYmsZGdSA0jHW4-9y7WfqTTY2zmtXbehHMd-M-QcrVwKkA_VFsli03jMqnWaT3l7QNVehGY2f1MZW-I9Nh5BIAzb-FacOoawY/s320/Retina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315706638974673922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Those Black Eyes Now Opaque</span></span><br /><br />Lying down as if asleep<br />Drifting now in other worlds<br />May the gods<br />Be companion and guide<br />All joy is departed<br />All light is away<br />As they close<br />With grave mercy<br />Those black eyes now opaque<br /><br />.<br />..<br />....<br />......<br />. : : : .<br />. : : : : : .<br />. : : : : : : : : : .<br />............<br />........<br />..<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />Por que chorar por partes da vida se ela toda é que merece lágrimas?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em style="font-style: italic;">Seneca, Lucius Annaeus</em></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-25679004336282004922009-03-16T12:16:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.817-03:00Sleepwalking In The Castle of Spleen Queen<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KFLf3W-tdeFkkGO2XRSy6aLPpuM7AFIKSbOaZTqVvza9MkVFLED7_vV8gXZi3Xbr0Xwzmj_1-lPoRC_DSIKRra1yyebDjUmBzKRHgGeJRT4wkB1Z0ROMrxYgaKurSum8lC0dViNXtDo/s1600-h/sleepwalker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1KFLf3W-tdeFkkGO2XRSy6aLPpuM7AFIKSbOaZTqVvza9MkVFLED7_vV8gXZi3Xbr0Xwzmj_1-lPoRC_DSIKRra1yyebDjUmBzKRHgGeJRT4wkB1Z0ROMrxYgaKurSum8lC0dViNXtDo/s320/sleepwalker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313815590403253794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sleepwalking In The Castle of Spleen Queen</span></span><br /><br /> Submerged in dormancy<br /> Resound<br /> These mansions<br /> Of strangely known<br /> Resemblance<br /> In these halls<br /> Of carefully drawn<br /> Patterns<br /> I recognize<br /> The design of<br /> Your sorrow<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .<br /> :-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-<br /> . . . . . . . . .<br /> :-:-:-<br /> :::::<br /> ::::<br /> :::<br /> ::<br /> ..<br /> -<br /> .<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note: </span>Merged words from previous post "Ghost Station Park Memorial"....<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-86782585489319220592009-03-12T13:48:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.797-03:00Underworld/Overworld<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKF5QZ5sz5-tHwej9mStGh6dbpHqq3SuchdtUg26U_YlXCTDRWUOSHpYqaPfwTA8u7aD9xr30N5wUId0qTXL-Q0gQUwc0BRZIy4Qi58Q9pt5mIs42U4q-uWiuPAaFwdHqVyxM1_ymRho/s1600-h/Overworld.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKF5QZ5sz5-tHwej9mStGh6dbpHqq3SuchdtUg26U_YlXCTDRWUOSHpYqaPfwTA8u7aD9xr30N5wUId0qTXL-Q0gQUwc0BRZIy4Qi58Q9pt5mIs42U4q-uWiuPAaFwdHqVyxM1_ymRho/s320/Overworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312353781091736754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Underworld/Overworld</span></span><br /><br />Sidewalks in a dream within a dream<br />The old smell of earth, bathed<br />The brand new taste of furious skies<br />Unseen rooms and hidden aisles of my home<br />Birds as sparks into the evening<br />Circling, diving<br />It's more like if I was the river<br />That I see from here<br />Some hearts never stop<br />Have to leave now<br />Feel at home in my dream<br />But it is yours now<br /><br /><br />. . . . . . . . . . . . .<br />:::::::::::::::::<br />" " " " " "<br />¨¨<br />" " " "<br />::::::::::<br />:::::::::::::::<br />................................<br /><br /><br /><br />So, if the good die young, I have to be the worst of them all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-58126130353070134632009-03-06T23:36:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.771-03:00On Straight Lines and Cradles & Graves<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LB-2rebzzP2whwpQd0b3Jv94sh0qdhcZjL0z4JAHsWzrmeoEZevLkR8k02_XcYEFp_1tH616eEH8RmcS7b3WqcL5Tk5Phhs4mkBtVNbo7XWWMoNv0YQfExSGMJwI74C-ptkcUAVR6ww/s1600-h/blog+009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7LB-2rebzzP2whwpQd0b3Jv94sh0qdhcZjL0z4JAHsWzrmeoEZevLkR8k02_XcYEFp_1tH616eEH8RmcS7b3WqcL5Tk5Phhs4mkBtVNbo7XWWMoNv0YQfExSGMJwI74C-ptkcUAVR6ww/s320/blog+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310272881572294946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">On Straight Lines and Cradles & Graves</span><br /><br /></span>You know what they say about fate<br />You turn left, then right<br />Curves and shortcuts<br />Another deviation<br />All directions<br />Every moment<br />Is a new road you think you're taking<br />And if you stop<br />And look behind<br />You can only see<br />A straight line<br />No matter what you do<br />What do I think?<br />Fucking complete bullshit.<br />( Believe me<br />It's written in the fucking stars!)<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.<br />.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'<br />.'.'.'.'.'.'<br />.'.'.'.'.<br />.'.'.'.<br />.'.'.<br />.'.<br />::<br />.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Lifes may vary. Death doesn't.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><br /></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-34004445867095100342009-02-24T00:26:00.006-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.752-03:00Stardust Music Overture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVb2BtjByZK87jfvFjLL6sgxA9AByH1ijvl84ldUXUwLi2dOZwHjXf5X12HQ8hEAPSN1VOSPxmZMVMrpHSx_3taxCGeLrtocMpNkZsO9HcCem1DhjpcU_d5yyibnyGaIX03XDnX0Osro/s1600-h/Stronger_Alone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVb2BtjByZK87jfvFjLL6sgxA9AByH1ijvl84ldUXUwLi2dOZwHjXf5X12HQ8hEAPSN1VOSPxmZMVMrpHSx_3taxCGeLrtocMpNkZsO9HcCem1DhjpcU_d5yyibnyGaIX03XDnX0Osro/s320/Stronger_Alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306200545545115954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Stardust Music Overture</span></span><br /><br />Frozen dust and sand, I am you<br />Come to me nights, come to me days<br />Reveal to me your names and hidden names<br />As one. For we are one<br />Everything from nothing and nothing else<br />Convoys to distant tomorrows<br />Come to me nights, come to me days<br />Do not leave before I sleep and see you changing<br />Everything from nothing and nothing else<br />And all these things... for what?<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />_._._._._._._<br />| | | | |<br />:-:-:-:<br />:.:.:.:<br />- - -<br />- -<br />-<br />..<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />Strong together. Stronger alone.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-60495775952779752782009-02-20T01:43:00.006-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.732-03:00Optimize Your Pessimism<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHuZRJCN8_Mw-iSjEQ08BMep8Zi4Tfk6b20dJHcWiEI6IpJOzcWKYqygQ0GUFKkvKsVjES29M9mA0Ia5MQ0W9mkonazFBYzFz5pco6ls19-ZMKuHTDR-6Pli-fxD24x-TpEC5ACIZfOc/s1600-h/four_arms.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHuZRJCN8_Mw-iSjEQ08BMep8Zi4Tfk6b20dJHcWiEI6IpJOzcWKYqygQ0GUFKkvKsVjES29M9mA0Ia5MQ0W9mkonazFBYzFz5pco6ls19-ZMKuHTDR-6Pli-fxD24x-TpEC5ACIZfOc/s320/four_arms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304737564686113714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Optimize Your Pessimism</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Welcome to the country and home<br />Of the strong and invincible<br />Their pride is a sun<br />Shining high, blinding heat<br />But soon they'll be gone<br />Broken<br />Defeated<br />The light only shows you the shadows<br />Death deciphers life<br />It's all fucked up<br />What I'm saying is<br />Optimize your pessimism<br /><br /><br />. . . . . . . . . .<br />| | | | | |<br />::::::::::<br />|.|.|.|<br />.....<br />...<br />..<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />Meet me at midnight in the Paradox Alley.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">note</span></span>: just in case you're wondering the words used in the image came from a previous post,"Life File Verification Done". You can read it there if you want...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-10548140709532090072009-02-16T12:53:00.006-03:002009-07-13T23:57:47.714-03:00Outposts of Recollection<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPP0wgnmZZeRFsCOq-TVm3lNzQVINZbtxUdLxghj2r_oofm-lchjtxopjcyn_V48SHY7VvY6zrjxqra48sPapHt1jw4mfLHRZ1UBiqeFE7fhHMD-oyW1YFxK2_dw6dhfdw-8hrWAquAVY/s1600-h/Saffron_Revolution.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPP0wgnmZZeRFsCOq-TVm3lNzQVINZbtxUdLxghj2r_oofm-lchjtxopjcyn_V48SHY7VvY6zrjxqra48sPapHt1jw4mfLHRZ1UBiqeFE7fhHMD-oyW1YFxK2_dw6dhfdw-8hrWAquAVY/s320/Saffron_Revolution.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303424383255811986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Outposts of Recollection</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">What once was cannot be again<br />We were supposed to forget<br />We were supposed to leave time behind<br />Instead, we became guards<br />In vigil<br />In the outposts of recollection.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">:<br />::<br />:::<br />........<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...............</span><br />.........<br />:::<br />::<br />:</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Not everyone can see the beauty of these mysteries...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-69309743711222037742009-02-10T00:07:00.006-02:002009-07-13T23:57:47.695-03:00Vessel Astray<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1FUmUnmaiqa34P_pU8mGIOTwEqVlwnSM1uo_8Hb551VFpET2giLAFap0Ez3l1IY8ylpDzgQpzCQR190Jmx9EN6_zW4iK7_kdi2DpHkj36-9VT_aya3rq6PkvHI5EvWAuB7lEtMwG1mes/s1600-h/Slow+Sounds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1FUmUnmaiqa34P_pU8mGIOTwEqVlwnSM1uo_8Hb551VFpET2giLAFap0Ez3l1IY8ylpDzgQpzCQR190Jmx9EN6_zW4iK7_kdi2DpHkj36-9VT_aya3rq6PkvHI5EvWAuB7lEtMwG1mes/s320/Slow+Sounds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300985789948520066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vessel Astray</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">There was a time when I called it North</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Estranged, entangled</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I am astray<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Am I?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Away</span></span>...<br /><br />. . . . . . . . . . .<br /><br />::::::::::<br /><br />:::::::<br />:::<br />:<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br />Stars won't lead us home. Not this time....<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-5591618006553397612009-02-04T02:01:00.005-02:002009-07-13T23:57:47.674-03:00Burnt Bridges<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8p6lR9BNciMR7_IlzvRoWPrj1SVgtSmD9ylFJcrd5aBR-LoIgGjnSic-Hmnmm7mhcQCIUFkxOxpxdzgPtcOvq3f-Og7m9IbP3Gf6zvWUQHa91ql1r4DiW2CeHt9mdfZ7T04RfKVJrWA/s1600-h/Sentient.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8p6lR9BNciMR7_IlzvRoWPrj1SVgtSmD9ylFJcrd5aBR-LoIgGjnSic-Hmnmm7mhcQCIUFkxOxpxdzgPtcOvq3f-Og7m9IbP3Gf6zvWUQHa91ql1r4DiW2CeHt9mdfZ7T04RfKVJrWA/s320/Sentient.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298790358911963602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Burnt Bridges<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Every war has its veterans</span></span><br />Even wars in your mind and heart<br />It's time to leave this world behind<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Recollections drowned by massive tides</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><br />The murderer washed his hands<br />So as the heroe<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Is not what you see</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Is what it is</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />And what is it?<br /></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />'<br />'''<br />'''''''<br />'''''''''''''<br />'''''''''''''''''''''<br />''''''''''<br />'''<br />''<br />'<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span>We are always caught by this uncertain weather, so to speak...<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-26857503936137379702009-01-06T00:57:00.005-02:002009-07-13T23:57:49.002-03:00Ghost Station Park Memorial<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfPV5dk1ESjBBhzRgFN80WwHXE3-okfNKZOYrYeiQdgMmRnyVsMD8TrofpwSB_PrRonuE7kwzaxlUYliiqJvSwht3ZteCA8_BXujERVnPKPcd6qBvWL0D0r-ZcknHFVeMsjxt0j_bmc8/s1600-h/Proper+Burial.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfPV5dk1ESjBBhzRgFN80WwHXE3-okfNKZOYrYeiQdgMmRnyVsMD8TrofpwSB_PrRonuE7kwzaxlUYliiqJvSwht3ZteCA8_BXujERVnPKPcd6qBvWL0D0r-ZcknHFVeMsjxt0j_bmc8/s320/Proper+Burial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288012307522862146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ghost Station Park Memorial</span></span><br /><br />Was she there yesterday?<br />The oldest houses<br />Keep the oldest news<br />When glorious bells sing loud<br />The younger joys<br />The nights of fire<br />The golden fathers clocks<br />One by one<br />The dearest faces<br />The clearest thoughts<br />They all<br />Evolve to another line<br />In a bad poem<br />But these are also bad days<br />Hers is the morning<br />Night is yours<br /><br /><br />:::::::::::::<br />: : : :<br />: : :<br />. .<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Night is yours...<br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-8795622417314879292008-12-18T17:15:00.005-02:002009-07-13T23:57:48.895-03:00White Mountain<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaIottS14cyxBpxiG96-DZicnWI4oFwXMQ6m98kqjaZtMxi1xIMSEZVKreN7nnNUMWUe3YpFRylPmP7SfZ_wW6ronfL0YCAmgJUbLwZw4lwfbY5V7iTihqfYuFJMx5iQG_-qzpwd-bKs/s1600-h/Morning+Necklace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHaIottS14cyxBpxiG96-DZicnWI4oFwXMQ6m98kqjaZtMxi1xIMSEZVKreN7nnNUMWUe3YpFRylPmP7SfZ_wW6ronfL0YCAmgJUbLwZw4lwfbY5V7iTihqfYuFJMx5iQG_-qzpwd-bKs/s320/Morning+Necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281215213489589234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >White Mountain</span><br /><br />Hold on to your sorrows<br />Make home in your silence<br />Surface is salvation<br />Prevail<br />Belong<br />Retrieve<br />Retain<br />Dreams overkilled again<br />And piled in white mountains<span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br />'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''<br />''''''''''''''''''<br />''''''''''''<br />°<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-46642791471650443842008-12-12T16:53:00.005-02:002009-07-13T23:57:49.040-03:00Death Clock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMlsLEG9JojlJVnknjaTVQSyxmyxbgA5dlVaWHK5G0EicYDuj-n6-9Os2YPpHvsEbtnSzoDQ3fqJTjPCtTWm976r4AoNPe-m9dad-7jZJUmhyphenhyphenAPEtIgr6T2UTcdOjb1n0GxO-vqjOqxc/s1600-h/Death+Clock.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnMlsLEG9JojlJVnknjaTVQSyxmyxbgA5dlVaWHK5G0EicYDuj-n6-9Os2YPpHvsEbtnSzoDQ3fqJTjPCtTWm976r4AoNPe-m9dad-7jZJUmhyphenhyphenAPEtIgr6T2UTcdOjb1n0GxO-vqjOqxc/s320/Death+Clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279018592091995810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The Clock of Death</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"> All is white <span style="font-size:180%;">in <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >a burning</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;">world</span><br /> JOYS OF an endless morning<br /> All <span style="font-style: italic;">your fears</span> are <span style="font-size:180%;">possibilities</span><br /> You <span style="font-size:130%;">know</span>, time lies<br /> We're older <span style="font-size:78%;">BUT NOT WISER</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Not</span> enough <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >to know when</span> a kingdom is falling<br /> Clouds in cold skies<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> We</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">ash</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">from old <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >fire</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> These are</span></span> our dark works</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;">. . . . . .<br />. . . .<br />.<br />..<br />....<br />...........<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-4437625364157312292008-11-25T01:02:00.005-02:002009-07-13T23:57:48.916-03:00What Rides Through Silver Skies<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDL4vQmlDi7utty8trb0wH_M9975ec5KH3WSO8PENX1jbQ3iKJgohE0lhmswVOIYdzZoEXJ4hsllZSEkGJ9-Ip90eqIsVUmQeaqH2CZhgN-O_WhfVeTACKP8eC1CANj8kpjGcPGkVxCUY/s1600-h/Before+I+leave.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDL4vQmlDi7utty8trb0wH_M9975ec5KH3WSO8PENX1jbQ3iKJgohE0lhmswVOIYdzZoEXJ4hsllZSEkGJ9-Ip90eqIsVUmQeaqH2CZhgN-O_WhfVeTACKP8eC1CANj8kpjGcPGkVxCUY/s320/Before+I+leave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272427574780057394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What Rides Through Silver Skies</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here is where we are.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Ahead, the past. Quiet lights.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Let go your dreams and days.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Break out through songs and nights.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Silent waters wash our minds.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Leave now.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />. . . . .<br />. . .<br />.<br />. . .<br />. . . . .</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The only difference between dream and reality is continuity. Another night, another dream. Another day, same life. And if the dreams start being like a continuous journey, you'll have two lives to live at once, and that is more than you could handle. </span><br /></div></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-612387905576991612008-10-06T15:39:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:48.936-03:00Spatial Mind Frame<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFJDVr-zflzcJIhpghG1h-6QJGPMLsPO3DyQx9sQ0dl9dC_6ghGeYDb4KaX1vc0wXPHFSxX1YgXEiuOMb3booNj5KI2MitTwhk_S6VoxxKDRL79rkGzQhisQFsO0Z6r3BcXJY7On-67k/s1600-h/Withe+Fields.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFJDVr-zflzcJIhpghG1h-6QJGPMLsPO3DyQx9sQ0dl9dC_6ghGeYDb4KaX1vc0wXPHFSxX1YgXEiuOMb3booNj5KI2MitTwhk_S6VoxxKDRL79rkGzQhisQFsO0Z6r3BcXJY7On-67k/s320/Withe+Fields.jpg" alt="spatial mind frame" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254114657916831346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Spatial Mind Frame</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Winds. Invisible. Ground sleeping. Shades and rivers arms.<br />Grayscale dreams in white days. Counting suns. Returning.<br />Return.<br /><br />'''''''''<br />'''''''''''<br />''''<br />''<br />'<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Another of my "not so new" visual trips, now reassembled in a new set of layers. I added some effects in order to obtain a more expressive texture. A short text again. Just a few words I thought were needed to paint a more interesting scenario. This image is also smaller than usual.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-31136177120133254342008-10-04T01:38:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:48.960-03:00Send/Receive<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv2wfoWWJQEp6pgnIMDihL1YKmTGAznVMBDiokNu_o9ytJoIMlieduZvHOG_19C2cbeXb41aYY55aciZcoJEhiH4AI3FfVwaYNtEkTt0ZbBt1SpiiSmpr5dkPA-U37wOKOKENXBwfvsM/s1600-h/Sedate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZv2wfoWWJQEp6pgnIMDihL1YKmTGAznVMBDiokNu_o9ytJoIMlieduZvHOG_19C2cbeXb41aYY55aciZcoJEhiH4AI3FfVwaYNtEkTt0ZbBt1SpiiSmpr5dkPA-U37wOKOKENXBwfvsM/s320/Sedate.jpg" alt="sedate your mind" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253156892094616194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Send/Receive</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here's how I know your eyes are there:<br />The skies are on fire.<br />.<br /><br />¨<br />¨¨<br />¨¨¨<br />¨¨<br />¨<br />.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>If you don't have the key, if you don't have the code, why do you want the message?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note: </span>Two posts in a day! Has anyone noticed it?...No?...Anyone...?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-29519221790258713252008-10-03T02:03:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:48.980-03:0010%<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCknoxbINM6pf1eAeb9lCWDdeLQLeW1Lo1vyh2o7q0wlojwt8Fc491QAvCdKRMPdxvY73ed9733G354WGRg2hm2xCNz-kADDx0U76KPLgluU5Tt7bns9VmReNNiaKkIQaUZhPdRj-GoQ/s1600-h/Ureachable.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlCknoxbINM6pf1eAeb9lCWDdeLQLeW1Lo1vyh2o7q0wlojwt8Fc491QAvCdKRMPdxvY73ed9733G354WGRg2hm2xCNz-kADDx0U76KPLgluU5Tt7bns9VmReNNiaKkIQaUZhPdRj-GoQ/s320/Ureachable.jpg" alt="unreachable" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252791520383404738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">10%<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">You stand so strong. My eyes must close.<br />Say your name.<br />I know it is Night.<br /><br /><br />:::::::<br />:::::<br />:::<br />::<br />:<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">An older work here. I've created this one not a long time ago. Now it has found its place as part of my site collection. Actually, a simple manipulation of two or three pictures. Blended they resulted in this dark and fluid piece which is called 'Unreachable'.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-82805351140131615682008-09-24T19:27:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:48.874-03:00<p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Life File Verification Done</span><br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <div style="text-align: right;"> </div> <p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">We pulse to keep the pace<br />This road of eternal steps, and more and faster steps<br />Precisely now I am there in the waters of the past<br />As if I was past myself<br />Closing mouth of the universal conversation<br />As if I was the hours raining through rusty days<br />And carved stones<br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Not to chase time, but surround the time inside us</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">And burning fast the leaves of a dead season</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Light says ciao to Now in a ghost station</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">And waves a clandestine goodbye</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="" lang="EN-US">From dark to darker chapters</span></span><br /><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:100%;">Towards the prologue<br />Of all hesitating and completely constructed life<br /><br />. . . . . .<br />. . . .<br />. . . <br />. .<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:100%;">NOTE: Due to a problem in my scanner machine, for a while I won't be able to digitalize my paintings. So, unfortunately I have give a break in my "Handscapes" series...I've been trying to solve this inconvenient, but due to my lack of time (I've been working a lot these last weeks) I'm afraid it will take some days more. So, I will continue the posts from this point bringing to you some traditional Photo based works. In this moment I'm out of options, but the Handscapes will come back as soon as possible and the collection of paintings will be completed. Stay connected...</span></span><br /></div></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680157164265246382.post-87281804029473589062008-09-06T00:49:00.005-03:002009-07-13T23:57:48.840-03:00Silent Parades<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4HuUhCDNi-8iZjQxc5-j5v40qYBoRhrQqtRexB9WLR9UaOqLyA1S9vNp8NW-MrO4t_WVt6i6QTL2uBy2XOFJYPfRxeLgl8Xq2Wblpi2Jgz2fQ8-CFylyaAC0UvKz82BEPI9X8EgGBEw/s1600-h/Dreamed+Faces.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4HuUhCDNi-8iZjQxc5-j5v40qYBoRhrQqtRexB9WLR9UaOqLyA1S9vNp8NW-MrO4t_WVt6i6QTL2uBy2XOFJYPfRxeLgl8Xq2Wblpi2Jgz2fQ8-CFylyaAC0UvKz82BEPI9X8EgGBEw/s320/Dreamed+Faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242778876312157618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Silent Parades<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Wait and see. Now, here they come. Not a sound. This hours are dead.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />.....<br />...<br />.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div>Demokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13144420418991162849noreply@blogger.com0