Passion

Milla went to bed in her dancing clothes so she can dance in her dreams.

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Homegrown hearts

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Home, sweet home

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Pearl Jam, Come Back

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Студ и тъга.

Milla on the Moebius Strip, Inside-Outside, Perception-Conception lecture:

"Blind people don't have an outside. They only have an inside."

100.5 F

In my next life I would learn
to play the piano -
all the Chopin's preludes,
nothing more.
More would be unnecessary excess
like all those pretty dresses we buy
and never wear, cluttering our closets.

 

 

99.5 F

If I can wash my heart

like a white shirt

bleach out the blood stains

mend the holes from the backstabbing

take out the soil and the dirt

iron the wrinkles

hang it out to dry in the mild sun

of all the past summers

with their slanting afternoon light

and the smell of roses and geraniums burning to ashes

If I can inhale once again

its clean smell -

homemade soap and cotton

kissed by the fading sun,

maybe I would be ready to live again.

Or to, happily, die.

Out of Nowhere

"Mama, my fingers are trapped in my hand."

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Yes, our hearts are thinning out like the souls of the trees feeding on air and water.

Imaginary Houses

We were walking through our talking when we came upon our beautiful house. Even when we were walking in our house, we were still walking through our talking.

Milla,

05.02.2011