Thursday, November 30, 2006

About a hat

Or two under november rain.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Absolute pure

These are the days

These are the days that I've been missing
Give me the taste give me the joy of summer wine
These are the days that bring new meaning
I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine.
-- Jamie Cullum, These are the days. Listen

Monday, November 06, 2006


Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar.

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion.
-- T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men

Thursday, November 02, 2006

On the road

Taxi driver
give me a ride
to a place I haven´t been.

Your life on the road
makes me a passenger
of things I haven´t seen.