S-F

Hi!

I am Science-Fiction!
And this is my life!

Attention(s) (of) moments! - Na'ir al Saif: A colage. } Let's have sway(ing moments)!?

Don't you see all those fiery eyes of the pinnacles,
those beautiful glamorous moments of awareness's, attentions and feelings.

Perspectives!

... of metropolitan cities, like in wars, between stars.


One moment, one attention at a time.

It's all about the mistakes of attentions!
What (a) game?!
Which infection!?

It's like the fact, that most of the interstellar population,
didn't recognize that Michael Jackson died, or even lived;
and that the election of Barack Obama took place, and was important for us!
For whom?

Who draws?!

Personally?

On the shoulder of Orion.
Like tears in rain.


They are my tears?
Whos tears?
Do you care(?) ... about me?
Who?

Who am I?
Whos attention do I want?

Attention what for?
Faith?
What performance, what achievment;
what attention?

Attention for what?


Attention(!) what is that?

{Needed?: The (in/)attentional error of devotional love, and all that jazz, with bloody conflictual border smearing, swaying, cool stylish galmour sex(yness) games!? Having their moments!? - A solution!?}

(added 03.12.2009, 20:30, at Uni Wien HBiblioth.)
Do just what you love! BUT LOVE TO DO IT!!!
BUT ALSO do NOT missinterprete "IT", as one fixed LOVE, LOVE is an evolutionary, connected, conflicting, errorised, death & birth.

Love is a process.
Love is a flow!
A red blooded line of on the mirror worlds edges!
Love in motion is, a the bliss (the rapture?).


Thus attend the process, the flow of your love, and love it's process and evolution, and all it's actors.
Have (/Attend) faith in your most creative flow of love.
Trust it!

[never again]

A Song, and it's lyrics: Don't swallow that cherry stoney seed! Writing in the dark! Midnight...

Raindrops,
memories of the day,
of lying with you in the sun, in the green,
falling down from the sky, from the heavens!

We pour & part, in the rivers of history,
down, those streets of light, in the city of the night!

The day is over.
Our bodies join the stream of life,
as we dance to the Jazz,
down our path,
it's a choreography!

Lightnings light,
paint and smear,
your silhouette, your picture,
into the sky,
of individuals,
of dancers,
of stars and lights,
like me and you,
the crown jewels of society!

Drawn in the memories of the horizon,
where our sun said good bye to us!

Now the moon, smiles upon us,
as sole uniter, of our souls,
reflecting in the water of the streets, in the rivers,
which part, at the noisy crossroads, of the evening,
like our lifes did, when our memories droped, poured, into the rivers, of the streets,
when it rained.

As the morning grows, the tempreture rises,
and we leave the dirt,
and the bed of mother(,) earth,
and as vapour we drift & dance once more, when we sleep,
into the skies and heavens, of our dreams,
where we shall be united once more,
in the play of rain & clouds,
in sex and love,
to join the morning sun, above the clouds,
for a new birth, after the good-bye, after death and memory,
in the fields of yesterday.

Above our beds, and castle clouds,
above our save grounds,
in our h(e)avens, underneath our stars,
watching the moon to make space for,...
...for a new day of (our) love & history,
new memories,
of the sun on the horizons!

How sweet,
a dream,
of strange juicy fruits!
...
of Life(s)
Jazz and dances!

It is something bitter, to say goodbye,
to die,
sweetly love the error
and you will have something dignityfull
to narrate, bitterly sweet, after the day!
Death is the readyness, the love!
Gran Torino?

Love is a memory
A day

(in the June of two summers)
Happy new Birth-day


Billie Holiday - Love me or Leave me
video by chansondautomne


...
Dedicated to (but initially not inspired by; but by jazz, in general. On the way home, on a rainy, silent, evening, after a day of work, and history)...

Billie Holiday - Strange Fruit

The Puppini Sisters, "Jilted" (dir: Alex de Campi)


Madeleine Peyroux - J'ai Deux Amours


Madeleine Peyroux - Once in a while

"I am tired [,] of dying"
"The sun is up, enlightens the sky.
I never could see it, it just passed me by"
"Once in a while, I'll wake up."
"But once in a while, comes, and fades away."
"I don't know what love ist."
"Once in a while, I'll wake up."
"Living instead."

Frühlingserwachen, am UB M²-Fenster.

Bald ist es wieder so weit.

Die Wolken drehen sich ein,
der Himmel wird dunkel,
...er verfärbt sich, zu einem dunklen Blau.

Die Säle,
die weiten Flure,
still,
entgeisterte Blicke sehen auf,

auf,
von ihren Seiten,
zwischen all dem Wissen,
all den Büchern.

Sie werden still.


Denn es passiert etwas göttliches,
etwas leidenschaftliches,
etwas Ehrfurcht erregendes,

in all dieser Stille.


Es bricht ein lang ersehnter Konflikt,
zwischen dem Staub; ... der Erde
und den Wölkchen; ... dem Himmel aus.

Bäume & Regen;
... Menschen zwischen ihnen,
ihre Gemütlichkeit & Heimeligkeit
nicht zerstörend,
sondern verstärkend,
...behütend.

Mit dem Prasseln,
schmeichelnd.


Bald werden auch die Blätter wieder zu tanzen beginnen,
wenn der laue Wind,
dem Zuhause,
wärmend, das Gewitter bringt!






...DONNER!...
...Wetter

Regen;
... Erleichterung
... ... Ausgleich
... ... ... Balance

... Geborgenheit

A Path

What else purpose should
a Dream,
the third
thus hope, believe
and trust in the balance & Pendulum
of the diverse pattern,
of Haddad,
have?

Other than guiding you through the
UNKNOWN,
the dark of the oceanic night,
on a storm shaken ship.
As guiding star,
along with your peer-((r)ing)s!

To find back to the home,
your castle,
which you seek!

I will go into the unknown!



To be able to wash away the old distractions, the uncontrollable, to once again see the castle which you belong too, (enhanced by the experiences you treasured)!

(added 30.11.2009: To finally dream with and by faith, the unknown!)