Monday, December 10, 2007

WARMTH OF WINTER

“As soon go kindle fire with snow\ As seek to quench the fire of love with words.”~ William Shakespeare, "Two Gentlemen of Verona"

Winter has set off…

And the golden leaves of fall have fallen down. The first snow has scattered all over the ground turning the surface into a clean white….

The chilly breeze had touched every cheeks and every breath is coupled by a foggy smoke…

The sun has been shy to manifest its rays giving way to the gloomy dim sky of winter.

…or a freezing hands in the middle of long walk….

But then again….

…it does not suffice…

… to kill a furnace that brings a certain kind of warmth…. no mater how cold this season can bring …no matter how gloomy the sound of the breeze in the air whispers in the ear still there is a comforting embrace of warmth

….like a hot coffee in the morning …or a breath of cigarette in mid day…or a hot nice bath at night before going to bed.

The warmth of winter...

…. from a small furnace of a log ….a simple hi….a touch of a hand….a pat in the shoulders….the stare of a piercing eye…a dinner for two and a kiss goodnight …

To a fire setting off its course in the middle of snowy night….

The whispers of nothing … a faint smile turning into laughter…. an expression in the face… a sip of wine…a sweet scent of cologne….

…..an understanding amidst the long breaks of silence… then turns into a pact….


Can bring the furnace to flame into a blaze….

…feeling the rays of the bold sun again stinging in the skin…..a hot sun bath in the middle of the beach….big bone fire that cannot be put off….

….the fog seems to disappear….the whispers become as loud as a jazz music soothing in the ear….every crystal snow melts before it reaches the ground……

...CLEARING THE ICE WITH FIRE

THE BAND






Such form

Such music

Such an Art


With so many curves

Varied lines

Musicians

Giving me different impressions



….5 at the most

of existence

of worth

of appearance

The fat and short one…the radical….
….always opposing what the others would want

The searcher…always verbal in his opinions…
….but too often a fault finder……

The tall slim guy…the confused…who always go in an action first before the rest….
…ends up cursing or scratching the head….

Another, materialistic and loves to display all his richness
…. But then again values a bond so much….


Alas but not the least…well at least of ihis worth…
The smallest and youngest
…cleans up the dirt ….
…puts so much style in his moves…..
But
Most of all he holds the foundation of the band’s every action
Making their every action and decision as firm as it can be

These 5
make up the band

that plays to me….. the everyday music of my life

with such dexterity

with such form

with such drama

never fails to amuse me




SOMETIMES THE THINGS THAT WE PERCEIVE AS THE
SIMPLIEST FORMS ARE THOSE WHICH OPEN US TO A DOOR OF COMPLEXITIES