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burador by: Pantat
Blue Skies- Ella Fitzgerald
You become human when
you stop letting your tie roll around
You become human when you cease
looking down, you cease lusting for
landings, you die with the wind
sleep with the hums of
birds that have been calling you names,
wondering who you really are
why unwinged, you soar.
You become human when you melt
some of you as the rays pierce
and the clouds drift somewhere far,
to a point you stop believing
that there is a sky
and there lives its owner.
You become human when you fear none.
never scared of dead tree branches
may wound you because greed for
immortality will stop you from finding
your place under this sun.
You become human when you give up on
flying all the time
and move on walking
barefoot.
And you are free to be a kite once more
when the world spins too much
and all you want is to
stare at it from above
close your eyes
throw your self downwards
and hear no sound of
shattering.
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perhaps, some of us want to jump off the bridge to the thighs of the water
because we see the blue sky from its surface.maybe there, flying is not
a hallucination.
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@maurya: that’s why maybe i never had the nerve to delete it. ah the artist is one of my favorite humans. you have to check his website out. thanks razor queen 
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Posted by Mulberry Outlet at December 8, 2011, 2:29 pm
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she likes seashore naps and the view of everything from the bus window. she likes tiny moments and the small spaces between faces when people talk.
sometimes, she wakes up to that odd feeling of being a fallen leaf, an old tree, an azotea or a waitress somewhere-- talking to a taxicab driver about that random song on the radio.
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and this. a proof that:
how you see LIFE is how
you actually see YOUR self.
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maddening spurt:
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“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
-Jack Kerouac-
Definitely, one of my all-time faves from your DA gallery. ^^ Adore the drawing too.
Posted by maurya at September 4, 2008, 10:14 am