The Power of Wind
Cannes Lions 2007 Gold Award
From the inside out, these are my layers: bad, good, bad, good and now- new - bad again. They attach beneath my skin, nested one inside the other like Matryoshka dolls, anchored with a pin through each skull at the top. They ring like a bell, scream and peal, complain, when layers and outsides clash. Beneath the layers, there is nothing: unbounded emptiness like the equation of the universe inverted so that one equals zero.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Simplicity
Elisa
If I could fly I'd come to see you wherever you are
I would lie down beside you while you're sleeping
and with simplicity ... I'd spend a little time
just a little time with you
With simplicity, I'd listen to your breath
listen to your heart beat
I would be so near, we could push away the fear
I'd come to see all of your tears
I'd come to see all of your smiles
with butterfly eyes ...
And you would know who I am
and I would know who you are
the butterfly is an image i hold close at heart..
for the surreal beauty it becomes from a weak insect,
for its patience in waiting to become that beauty.
for its erratic yet graceful flight..
Rainbow
Elisa
You are not an enemy anymore
There’s a ray of light upon your face now
I can look into your eyes
And I never thought it could be so simple
You can hear the music with no sounds
You can heal my heart without me knowing
I can cry in front of you
Cause you’re not afraid to face my weakness
When we’ll wake up
Some morning rain
Will wash away our pain
Cause it never began for us
It’ll never end for us
like the rainbow, we don't know where it begins, where it ends..
but we know the colors, we know the feeling.
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