YeLooow;)
I'm sorry I don't came here so often even if I very want, sometimes reasons is lot.
I felt badly in those last days but with new power I back from my world of silence/melancholy. I think all of you had some similar days like me. Actually I'm full of love(I hope^^) ; Love have many colours is unique... emotions and all this deep games, tricks. I'm sure I can't write nothing more than about love today^^... I don't know why such beautiful feeling is caught my heart.
But I'm end about self^^ now is time to Vince.
Vincent is still in hospital I know he's better ,but existe some reason that he must still stay and be observed by docs.
It's bad news? maybe... but I know that he'll try write soon at laptop to LJ to you!
this poem is made by Jean Michel Jarre, and exactly something I feel:)
Geometry of love
Flowers of sound, inner flowers... Blossoming from mystery,
their beauty enhanced over time, opening onto space.
Elegance, intoxication and intimate warmth. Infinite streams
flowing in a meadow of love and sensuality. Immaterial
electronic fragances, plunging us into new inner worlds
of diffuse light, timeless in aspect, but in fact simply
in tune with our times, delicate and sensual. Like those places
that provide music with a snug or stricter (but always refined)
comfort. This Geometry of Love urges us to savour the charms
of vitality, an introductory access to a magical, fabulous
biotope. Bathed in the colours of a woman: an untamed,
exquisite woman, burning with a dazzling, impassioned flame,
disclosing a red, vital, delicate inner tempo. This album's mystery
immoderately expresses the mirror of our desires. An incisive,
naked gaze that plunges us into a new shameless giddiness
of the senses. For this album is a gaze, penetrating our inner
worlds as it surrenders to the most improbable
combinations. The reflection of an era when anything seems
possible and our soul is in search of an identity. In a mix
of delights. Being oneself, being with, being in the electronic
universe, our new magic, a constantly revitalised, fragile
wonder. Limitless, free of taboos. An osmosis of acoustic accents
mingled with electro, tracing our points of contact, points
of no return, life lines and geometrical figures of love.
The poem I want to dedicate everyone my friends on LJ:) and of course my love Vincent!
Huggs!
Nikki