 Silences, gazes, small gestures, an hinted smile or a frown.
A step forward or backward, head rising or lowering, arms crossed or gently accompaining the body. Forehead relaxed, shy eyes, laughing eyes, confident eyes, enchanted eyes Gazes again Brilliant eyes, watery black eyes Gazes again And then, the spaces between movements, between a smile and the new one. Shapes and silences filling up the time. A dance some way. No need for syntax, translations, interpretations, dictionaries. No need for names, categories, formatted messages No need for a common language built on grammars and words. No need for that We had a much better one. The will to know each other Comments are closed.
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AuthorA general blog, but still personal. The name as a tribute (my tiny, personal one) to the Crimson King. No specific matter, no specific path or target to be followed or reached. A space where to collect events, ideas, perspectives coming from the world around, but still under my own control. Archives
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