Friday, December 9, 2005

Memorial Wording Ideas

sardines

Retazos chord and laughter in the park where the ducks are radioactive , the day the clock played a trick on us. Is the project of arpeggios in cold hands and applauding white imitation in an unborn song. Hooks food and air as an afternoon it was dark early ... time and do not remember talking past three thousand and one nonsense.
I weigh these three words "spoken in that cafe that sounded a little jazz, answering somewhat uncertain I threw in a string of inopportune. If you had told me that I would play a phrase of friendship that grew with every laugh, maybe I had cut the tongue. Do not you remember? No calls with a shy "I" is lost on the subway or the memory of what was erased with a fumble and thrown.

Monday, December 5, 2005

Images Of Asuka Kazama

Journal (May-December)


* ' today' : 12/05/2005

* Sounding ' the Trail' , Marea / ' time to time, "Kiko Tovar

day * Paranoia: the clock with its tic-tac brightens up my nights
maddening


* Visit slope: a park benches where you hoped



* phrase (stolen) the [...] matter is neither created nor destroyed, simply becomes [...] ( Science-physics-that sometimes weird)

* Vice (confesable): eating chocolate (now the nougat)

pending * Target: ordering pages with foam smell

* From the good, the best : no rush to go and watch forget

* Image / Retal: Moon