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| Labyrinth II The hands on the windowsill and the head nestled between them. Stuck in the labyrinth of mind the meaningless question marks. The figures of familiar people under the balcony. I don�t look at them anymore I know who they are. One candle is weeping for the sadness. Temporary happiness and you leave, and I leave. Only memories remain. It will extinguish at twelve o�clock it will not make a mistake the day has finished. A new candle will find us apart again, in it�s light I write. All of a sudden something like lightening in the middle of the night and I saw your hands tied with mine and tomorrow bound tightly around them. Your figure of smoke stays in my vision. Your figure in my mind is it a dream, or a forgotten truth? I start from my bed |
| No answer... I look around me, only the same people are under the balcony, and us who are following without any thought in the corridors of the labyrinth. |
| The same with countries. As a result of progression, only the research remains. The research starts from the point where others think that they have already reached closer to the truth. |
| A new theory Nothing is steady, how can it be, since our taste and truth, change all the time and everything relates to each other; through the common filter which is ourselves. While ourselves are changing following a circle, it connects everything to each other by its radius. Time, shades of colour, relationships, opposites, presences and absentees combinations and joins, become one in the end. All gods become one, as well. The years are passing and with them, the truth is changing. |
| Nothing remains the same to be written in a book like a unique reality. |
| I kept my promise Thousands of days break around. You can also choose one morning to live for a whole day. You smell of alcohol but you are still thirsty. You stagger and throw your money here and there it reached her velvet bed as well. One turn around the wooden table stroking its edges with eyes staring constantly into the mirror. She stops next to a chair and props one leg on it. First she undoes one suspender then the other. Then she unties the ribbons of her low cut blouse. After a while her small skirt drops to the floor. (cont.) |
| my hand switches on the light. Have you left? |
| P a r t B |