Monday, 11 May 2009

The road to Prizren*

I wish my memory had the power
To retain all the breath-taking scenery

I have seen in my quarter of a century years

But my brain cells are transmuted

They only retain what I feel
Never what I see, hear, smell or touch

My mind is sensationally dysfunctional

It cares not about the outside world
What matter are the colors inside

A constant state of oblivion
Throwing me in the world of my dreams

Reality is shaded

Veiled, under my forgotten reminiscences

Will the colors ever disappear?







4 comments:

marooned84 said...

It's like you feel a tinge of sadness when u're happy beyond expression.

Anonymous said...

loved this one !!! i dont think it will ever disappear

Anonymous said...

im loving the shots !!! good job :)

Jazzie said...

Your poetry progressed a lot lately.

And Oh.My.God, your hair! Fabulous!