De ojos cerrados...mal cerrados...
Después que el sol se ponga, yo me quedo helado con la sensación de que ya no pueda ver nada…pero normalmente hay aun alguna luz que me deja ver algo.
Como un pájaro que vuela muy alto y que decide bajar tranquilamente por el cielo azul en dirección al nada, yo te miro y cada vez estoy mas seguro que eres tu…porque veo tus colores, porque te veo, aun que tu no me mires o veas…si, porque yo también sueño contigo…no me dejas dormir, pero de cada vez que presiento algo tuyo, me haces sonreír aun que físicamente estas mas lejos.
The sun has awakened the gardens of the ideoteque castle. Now I can clearly see the labyrinth formed by the plants. The beautiful magnolias than point at the sky give a potent impression. But what mostly captures my attention is the garden of orchids…that sexual design of such a delicate flower demonstrates the outside-out strength of the creature. What I always found curious in this species of plant is that each one seems very particular…there are never two alike, probably like everything in the world…but this species of flower, each and single one appears to reveal its personality and peculiarity…so everybody can have one, the one that fulfils the most, but never completely, that’s why I keep looking at the other…there is a more exiting one, a calmer one, a colourful one, a sad one, a scary one, an angry one, a frustrated one, a specific one that just freezes me for some time…there is also a ghost orchid! And ghosts are what we make of them…
It’s a flower that survives harvest conditions, but at the same time is so delicate that we’ve to know its specificities to not loose it.
So do you want to freeze me? Let me be frozen by you…I want to be frozen by some of you…I like to be frozen by some of you, but more by you…yes you…the most exquisite orchid of the ideoteque castle orchid garden (from my perspective).
A happily but unnoticed frozen I.M.H. turf.
Como un pájaro que vuela muy alto y que decide bajar tranquilamente por el cielo azul en dirección al nada, yo te miro y cada vez estoy mas seguro que eres tu…porque veo tus colores, porque te veo, aun que tu no me mires o veas…si, porque yo también sueño contigo…no me dejas dormir, pero de cada vez que presiento algo tuyo, me haces sonreír aun que físicamente estas mas lejos.
The sun has awakened the gardens of the ideoteque castle. Now I can clearly see the labyrinth formed by the plants. The beautiful magnolias than point at the sky give a potent impression. But what mostly captures my attention is the garden of orchids…that sexual design of such a delicate flower demonstrates the outside-out strength of the creature. What I always found curious in this species of plant is that each one seems very particular…there are never two alike, probably like everything in the world…but this species of flower, each and single one appears to reveal its personality and peculiarity…so everybody can have one, the one that fulfils the most, but never completely, that’s why I keep looking at the other…there is a more exiting one, a calmer one, a colourful one, a sad one, a scary one, an angry one, a frustrated one, a specific one that just freezes me for some time…there is also a ghost orchid! And ghosts are what we make of them…
It’s a flower that survives harvest conditions, but at the same time is so delicate that we’ve to know its specificities to not loose it.
So do you want to freeze me? Let me be frozen by you…I want to be frozen by some of you…I like to be frozen by some of you, but more by you…yes you…the most exquisite orchid of the ideoteque castle orchid garden (from my perspective).
A happily but unnoticed frozen I.M.H. turf.
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