Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The Dream of the Blue Turtles


How many times can we fall in love on the train?

I think, I guess, the number is endless. Get there, into the “animal kingdom”, sometimes is inevitable. I guess I talked about trains before and I love specially this theme because is one of the places where we inevitable be also in contact with the others. Some way, you get to know only “costumes” and in the other hand, what about on what’s behind?

I’m petty, I’m hysterical about this. How people stare, how they look like, what kind of music they could be listening to. Then the “excuse me” and the “you get down here?”… If you pay attention, you could also get sometimes some amazing stories too. It’s nice someway because you are swimming into a different reality. You are not needed to talk to anyone and you can freely open your mind up to all those little universes. I told to a friend once “do not break the others dreams, dreams are like balloons and if you do it, then you get a crying kid”. And I don’t want to break any balloon, but this has to do with the real side of this dream. Maybe all those amazing universes sometimes could bite you. So I don’t know, it’s like lying in the middle of the reality and… illusions? Magic?

And I know, next time I get there, I will continue with this dream….



Whenever it’s love I’m a sham. The best dealer, the master of cards. I wish it was not that night I succumbed to the darkest chambers. Not in love, the same flag but different green. I’m not going to fade as expected, not even as I promised. It’s just love when it’s not love there. It’s just two strangers who meet and will meet knowing nothing but a last kiss. Should kill the opponent but is so sweet. Innocent? Never!

Next time cheers to our plastic beats in martini glasses.



Sometimes not even the truth is enough. What about meditation, the secret geometry of chance? Here you the complete clue with video included! Enjoy! Happy week!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=037uSAIahho

(B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l entry btw)


Shape of my heart

Sting


He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart

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