April 2, 2013

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If there were an instrument of Heaven,

It wouldn’t be the harp,

nor the flute, the clarinet, or the trombone.

It would be the piano;

Mixing the different moments of sound

Into the stories of the world

to flow freely, stream-like, winding around the various twisted letters.

To caricaturize their meaning

Inserting contextual lines instead of placing images,

to understand, is to appreciate the living;

What it means to live.

I love

so as to find the love in others,

the ones left undiscovered to me yet.

The majority of friends who,

compliment the shared community of time spent

Creating;

Minds of philosophical masters;

like in the great classics.

To express the knighthood among the learned;

to continue the traditions.

Who is bothered to stand taller,

than the limits of physical proportions?

I know I am.

I am grateful for this song that is playing right now: Rob Dougan/Clubbed to Death/Furious Angels. ❤

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8 responses »

  1. wow. i have the impression that you are a psychologist or maybe into psychology. the way you construct and gather your words. not purely cerebral because of your great humanity. a real human heart. interestingly enough. pluck the strings, heavens will be opened.

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