we fly: a tribute to 3 words

a tribute to 3 words:

Cesare Pavese:

"haleine caressante, silence":

so beautiful even standing alone, torn out of  text

we fly

we fly

across an abyss we fly

through fire, wind and sky

we touch the water,

navigate the dark

we are filled with such desire,

old old dreams of the dreamer

who puts us on winged horses

to fly and fly and fly

wild unicorns join our way

they laugh at our clumsy wings

call us humble knees, bumblebees

share kindness, light and joy

the drums of rain

beat the green earth,

beat the red earth.

white ants crawl out.

clouds rise and rise

and swell and swell

flowers , rainbows

birds at our side,

lilac deserts,

blue and golden lakes,

we fly

the sun ,the moon .

the tides come in,

the tides go out.

we smell the salt of the sea.

we are hungry, thirsty, cold

we fly

we fly

we hear, we see, we feel

the fruits ripen,

fall.

each one falls

once

sadness

slowly rises in the heart,

fog in autumn.

magic spiders watch

in the shadow,

in the corner

we climb the trees

and fly

again

we fly fly fly

breathing, still breathing

breathing, still breathing i drive into the sun the sun is an angel who blinds me. i want to lie down breathe in breathe out the sky is peach-blossom and nipple-pink and wide i want to lie down breathe in breathe out get up and walk into the sky into the sun breathe in breathe out walk on and on i don't want to stop no end no end walk through doors breathe in breathe out in my dream i walk and to the sea and to the sky i took an ear and an eye now i am tired i want to lie down breathe in breathe out get up and walk i breathe with the sea i fly with birds i dream with dogs and i talk to cats and when i get tired i lie down breathe in breathe out get up and walk

i found an old poem...

ich moechte meine sehnsucht
in deine augen fliegen lassen
will zusehn wie sie
in deinen himmeln vergeht

meinen arm neben dir
mit dir gehen,
weit und nah
in einem atem aus licht

mein herz sagt ja
mein kopf meint nein

ich fahre durch waende
aus wolken und schwarz
dunkel und scheissegal
ich fahre ohne haende

mein hirn ist was es isst

No help- work in progress

I'm not too happy. And life is a pain in the butt. Cannot paint. Need more dreams...good night.