Fragments of a broken mirror

Fragment #4: Time

ice picksPosted by ice Sat, February 28, 2009 11:40:59

Is Long time i don't visit this blog... So long time... I have some thinks, some dreams... but i don't know how explain them in english...

"I shut my eyes... breath... breath... lock out the world, the entire world... someone talking to me, calling me. I try to hear what he are telling...
Silence... i don't understand... Only a beat, the beat of my heart... "

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Fragment #3: RainBow

ice picksPosted by ice Thu, July 03, 2008 09:35:28

"IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME"

(The rainbow in the pic is a "parhelion", which is generated when, under specific conditions, the light passes through tiny water droplets suspended. Compared to the common rainbow, but the order was reversed colors: red, which usually is outside, is inside.)

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Fragment #2: Cold

ice picksPosted by ice Thu, July 03, 2008 09:26:28

"Cold is the first feeling that I remember ... A cold strange, different ... once known not you forget it. I feel born inside me, from the depths, a part of me that I did not think existed.

A cold alien, unnatural ... silent as the cosmic space, but locked up inside me. A bad feeling where you would like to clear out.

The fire of the fireplace in December can not heat ... and even the sun in August brings comfort. That space is empty and cold, I feel grow in me, like a creeper attaches to the bone, enters the mind, stifles the heart and dreams. That cold and empty space ... the place of something you do not want to forget."

This seems a blog sad, but I am not sad at this moment ... I write things that I feel or that I tried ... things that the mind suggests to me ... Fragments of the mirror sometimes thrown away so as not to recognize them more as my.

"Some things I write are mine, I belonged and I belong, others are illusions created by the broken mirror. But I must look to find the true image that was."

ICE

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Fragment #1: The mirror

ice picksPosted by ice Wed, July 02, 2008 18:47:05
"The mirror is broken. I do not know when, I do not know how it happened.
After that nothing was like before, the image that was sharp and clear became confused, scattered in many fragments.
Every person i met, who have been close, everyone that I loved it keeps a fragment.

Sometimes i wonder whether we can fix what has gone broke.Sometimes I wonder who I am and what really my destiny, my way because the fragment that remained in my hand is too small to be able to really see."

These words seem meaningless, strange, crazy ... perhaps they are ... in my language I like to play with words, expressing feelings and sentiments that I can hardly think. Managing in a language other than mine is the hardest thing to have done.

"The mirror is broken. I do not know when, I do not know how it happened.
The only thing I know for sure is that I want to rediscover what the mirror reflected."

ICE

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