International Competitions in Architecture
blood music
Music is a refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.
Emil Cioran
running into numbness cities with no memory
at the beginning was...
I am carrying you happiness up
on my tongue
a bloody word
we were young moving ahead loosing our hair
shadows
in old uniforms —plenty of songs
but no music—
until the day until we hit the rock
: our own vastness
you said we were real and yes you touched
at least
one sound with your solitary lips
blood music 2
It happens—
rush home rush to your room smell
of blood in the air branches & leaves:
the falling
written in small letters
When
did I arrive green-blue shadow
of the Earth
I can't stay
or move
Or bend body on paper
the stars are recycling songs
hearts:
I came close
I am listening
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