I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.
I could see the bird soaring away. And then I realised there was no more shutting of your eyes to the truth,no salvation in being blindfolded,no dream and reality,no being awake or asleep. Everything is one and the same continuing eternal day and world, coiling around you like a snake. This is when I saw vast , remote happiness as being small but close.
Planet Earth is a fantastic destination if you manage to find this surreal sensation of wild liberation.
In a physical body lives a surreal soul where an exotic spirit listens to its own primordial howl.
Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.
L'amore sopra ogni cosa. L'amore prima del tempo, dei battiti, dei pianti, dei sospiri, dei drammi, delle litigate, della rabbia che prende il sopravvento, degli ostacoli insormontabili, dei sacrifici. Un amore che cura. Un amore che ti mantiene in vita.
I love the smell of old books,” Mandy sighed, inhaling deeply with the book pressed against her face. The yellow pages smelled of wood and paper mills and mothballs.
I like the absurd and the surreal: the Coen brothers, Bunuel, Kubrick.
It's really surreal to be in something under the 'Goosebumps' title.
