Carving a tiny seat in a forgotten corner of the wooden world keeping in mind that wood can breath...placing yourself on the seat in this never-to-be-seen-by-others hollow after hanging your dreams on its wooden walls gently...Keeping the eye-like exit open to continue sharing your secret presence with the light beams...Drinking your silence to be able to sing powerfully when you decide to come out...Trying to stay in peace with the sour times...
http://radioblogclub.com/open/145620/portishead/Portishead_-_Sour_Times
http://radioblogclub.com/open/100889/humming/10_-_Humming_-_Portishead
2 comments:
Beautiful and intelligent music choices again, thankyou. And your writing is gorgeous. That is a wonderful prosepoem, peace,
Slowly I am getting used to being praised:)It might not be a good thing if my ego will start fluttering yet it is great to be appreciated by you! I m glad you are enjoying yourself over here. Thanks!
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