Wednesday, March 3
talking to oneself
it is amazing how much i talk to myself. nothing out loud unless talking to animals is talking to oneself but i do not believe it to be so. it feels as if my heart has always something to say. it feels as if it is desperately trying to get the attention of my mind, my hands, my eyes. what does it say, you mean what does it not tell me. it talks to me about river walks, planes and daffodils, about the birds outside my window and hands on my skin, it talks to me in paragraphs of epic novels and points out brush strokes and mispelled words-it does that a lot. sometimes talking it is not enough it cries.. it cries about babies, famine and violins and when it still can't get my attention it makes me dance, run, scream and hide. then when i think it has no more to say it talks in mysterious tongues about the color of soil, the times past and the taste of rasberries.
this film reminds me of those moments.
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3 comments:
what a beautiful film.
love what you have written here. it says for me something i have tried to say before. crying about babies, famine, and violins...then dancing, running, screaming, hiding...this is the cycle of my own heart. and just to emphasize, those violins do indeed make me cry.
Yes- all the above- it looks like a beautiful blog here- I have to run, so I will return and take a longer look and read- thank you for the video- lovely!
Annamaria :)
Nadia, your writing here is exquisite. You should be a poet.
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