Take me,
ravish me,
and bring me back
after the moon comes back to the sea.
If I reach for the sky
with my head in the clouds,
bring me back to the ground o wind.
If you found me digging my feet in the sand
holding to the bark of a solitary palm tree 

rush with your cool shadow, o sun, 

and sweep me across the beach.  

 A subject reluctant for the portrait,

you shy away from the camera; don't. 

Hold on awhile. These morning lights, just right,

are going to fade out soon

as soon as the sun reaches the height and dazzles white.

Let the breeze breathe over you, caress your body and enter you

like the primeval truth of life. You will stand incarnate

in the eyes of the Maker.

The mythical eye, the Third Eye.

Kostas Michalis jan 16 2015

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The Abyss : "I've grown a bit tired of the abyss.  I feel like that part of my life is over and there is nothing more frivolous than the abyss.  But every now and then, someone turns up, or something occurs, to renew my interest, and my faith, in the abyss."
(The End of the World Book / Alistair McCartney)

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"The final movement of Beethoven's 9th is the background to Domenico's self-immolation in the square in Rome in Tarkovsky's Nostalghia. Remember it is as though scratched or stuck. No glorious celebration of freedom and joy ... the music stutters. What do I hear in this stuttering? A hesitancy within the artwork itself - within a beautiful artwork. A glitch in the beautiful which as it were divides it from its beauty. And it is thus with Domenico's suicide: it is not beautiful. He falls and crawls along the ground, crying out. He dies - it is a martyr's death. Martyrdom? But in the interval between the immolation and his death, he is just a man who has set himself alight."

"Here is the mad attempt to negate the world, to draw the whole world into the fire of sacrifice and bring it shuddering back into birth. And this mad action is met with incomprehension that voids it of all beauty. We - the viewers - are not spared the hideousness of his agony. Far away, Gorchakov has heard of Domenico's death. He takes the stub of a candle and begins to walk across the drained pool. It is madness, all of this. But a madness which is bound to the world's plight." (Wittgenstein Jr.)

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"What ancestor speaks in me? I can't live simultaneously in my head and in my body. That's why I can't be just one person. I can feel within myself countless things at once.

"There are no great masters left. That's the real evil of our time. The heart's path is covered in shadow. We must listen to the voices that seem useless in brains full of long sewage pipes of school wall, tarmac and welfare papers. The buzzing of insects must enter. We must fill the eyes and ears of all of us with things that are the beginning of a great dream. Someone must shout that we'll build the pyramids. It doesn't matter if we don't. We must fuel that wish and stretch the corners of the soul like an endless sheet."

"If you want the world to go forward, we must hold hands. We must mix the so-called healthy with the so-called sick. You healthy ones! What does your health mean? The eyes of all mankind are looking at the pit into which we are plunging. Freedom is useless if you don't have the courage to look us in the eye, to eat, drink and sleep with us! It's the so-called healthy who have brought the world to the verge of ruin. Man, listen! In you water, fire and then ashes, and the bones in the ashes. The bones and the ashes!"

"Where am I when I'm not in reality or in my imagination? Here's my new pact: it must be sunny at night and snowy in August. Great things end. Small things endure. Society must become united again instead of so disjointed. Just look at nature and you'll see that life is simple. We must go back to where we were, to the point where we took the wrong turn."

" O Mother! The air is that light thing that moves around your head and becomes clearer when you laugh. " (DomenicoL Nostalghia / Tarkovsky)

American Sniper / Eastwood
Trailer: http://youtu.be/99k3u9ay1gs