BLUE POET’S SECRET

Archive · 149 pieces

2012

A dream that became a start to write

A dream in so many ways in so may forms, though is just one I plot down…

To control or not to control.

The end of the beginning

Relative theory

Driving in a moment

Sometimes you enjoy

Last time passed these roads

Greatness from you

Rainbow crossing

Sometimes I just give up

In need of blue

Thinking of June

Yellow and orange

Feelings don’t matter

Voor de verandering

Deception without willingness

A moment before getting down

In dreams entangled

A few words did this

Life likes this

Blue before the summer

Comedy of colors

Black needs to go

Some free writing – explicit

I walk through the hallway of an old Victorian hotel, looking at the room numbers in orange gold, I find the number I’m looking for 269. I knock, the door is gently opened and I’m received by your two sparkling eyes, you wearing a black dress, the one I admired as it shows your lovely figure.

My shades of yellow

Thinking of colors

June teaching me

Hmmmm what else

A Shalow street

Sounds of streets

A surprise picture

Blue bright sky

Sometimes you read

Early in Moscow

Don’t want to sleep

Water and light

Colors in a different light

A phone call and a visit

Better without orange

The sun on my face

Pink rainbow soul

Not in the white pearl bubbles

Orange as in no orange

Garage with red carpet

Fickle of the mind

No Freudian slip

Because blue is the top.

White and buttons

Alone in myself

Orange Collision

Orange collision

Not about orange

Migraine of life

Shutting the light out

The rainbow by blue

Foxes of the mind

My colorful mind

Descartes moment

Descartes Moment

The curious mind

On a terrace in Paris

Sitting on a chair my mind started having a life of its own, I seemed to be be two people one here in paris and the other faraway. Not in a place but in a state of mind that made my third personality come to life, it came to life because otherwise i wouldn’t realize i had the first two. i wouldn’t see that i had several lives. The live of me, myself and I, all with their own objectives, goals and ambitions.

Parisian moment

Drapes of a terrace

Oysters of life

An unknown fact

Dusk in the morning

A cold place in time

Discovering passion

A million stories

Thoughts that I can follow as they pass through my head so fast, I don’t know. Looking at the screen in front of me I can see the bright text, I can read its corporate content, though i don’t know, my head is full, full of joy, full of everything and full of nothing.

Sitting in a crowd

A bit of rainbow

Water trembling

what is never shared