Sunday, August 29, 2010

Swing Set For 1 Yr Old Twins

"Changes and contradictions" (8 months)


mixed with other colors and shades that you do not expect ever.
I see a green, a bit 'yellow, red ... I do not see the sky, but it should not be a problem for now.
I go on, breathlessly and drops of color that I anticipate my steps. All or almost equal.
walked faster, they are always on time. perfectly anticipate my every step.
I give up but I am fascinated. I watch every drop, its color, its nuances that change continuously .
Should I shake my head and the dullness of being involved in everything, let me "clean up" by these drops. Perhaps simply follow impressions let so many colors in different directions, walking from strangers, have something to show.
keep moving, steady rhythm.
Surrounded by colors do not even dare to extend his eyes.
I watch the drops on the floor.
Head down to much, but the thought makes me give up.
My feet are moving away from my sight.
I look, I focus, too many colors and I can not distinguish .
I stop suddenly and breath. Look
only one point, a fixed point in front of me that is not on the floor.
Color?
Red is the last I see nuance and beyond anything else. I close
eyes and try to imagine that I would like to see new colors. I can not, but I keep trying.
RAIN.
Here comes the rain, cold rain that takes you away every stain, every track, every firm footprint.
look at the sky and I'm happy moments, all those colors I was confused, mesmerized, left nothing in the face to everything that I could not and did not want to see. The first sensation I
curious. I do not consider it ever true.
WIND. Whispers
new sounds.
Other senses work. Old
mechanisms return to work.
Rust is spontaneous. The spontaneity is not always the solution.
No creaking, Useless illusions is not one you'd like to hear. Admit it!
not understand the other noises, but no squeaking.
The mechanism works ... it works!

Colors crowd my mind and every drop was only my wish that I was going to live.
A large drop in living color is under my feet. Now I stop, observing and I'm happy.
What color is it? But who cares!