Techno Song Sounts Down

autotomy

In case of danger, the sea cucumber is divided into two:
gives himself a meal in the world,
and the other escapes.

splits of a sudden ruin and salvation,
in fine and premium, in what was and what will be.

In the middle of his body a chasm opens
with two foreign banks immediately.

On a death, the other life. Here
despair, confidence.

If there is a balance, he flat buildings.
If there is justice, here it is.

die as necessary, without overstepping.
grow what is needed from what you saved.

Yeah, we know we divide in two.
But only in body and broken whisper. In
body and poetry.

On the one hand the throat, the other rice, rice
a lightweight, already suffocated.

Here a heavy heart, there non omnis moriar,
three little words, only three flight feathers.

The abyss does not divide us.
The abyss surrounds. Wislawa Szymborska

[autotomy is the ability of some animals to lose a body part or of self-mutilation. Is used as a defense strategy, leaving a non-viable (a limb or tail) to the predator. While the party continues to contract abandoned by distracting the predator, the prey is free to escape. The truncated part is bound to grow.]

Maxine Cartoon To Color

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I've always thought of love as a feeling of where the human being is living large. The sum love. You can not ever take away. As we go forward in life you love more and more. More and more people, more and more things. If you loved do not stop loving him more. Pass the passion, seeing the relationships. Time passes, seasons of life but if you loved someone just for a minute you'll love it forever. This I think. Then there exists a place of thought and memory, a place of feeling that is absolute independent events. Inaccessible. Where no one can enter. That no one can loot. Incredibly intimate. It is a place where it is useful to enter from time to time to find one's self, whole, in its essence has been the feeling that the phases of existence so far, to the present. We felt the love. Even for a sound, a smell, a smell, a light, an animal, a landscape, a place, a time. We felt the love. It is good to cultivate this intimacy. To recognize even more in the experiences that appear to us away from the usual clichés in behavior, in Again, that is. Meeting me in my live. I bring my experience every time. I'm my own experience. I would not be who I am otherwise. I do not want solitude at times. Also to enhance and understand and choose the date. I came to the conclusion that if I lived a single dimension of them die. Always missing something, and everyday life, by default, can not accommodate all dimensions of my life. Always missing something. And now I feel so ... lacking ... lacking ME. I'm not going to be a bit '. And then there is need to cultivate the absences ... ... to bask in the nostalgia of wanting the impossible ... to prove that melancholy that only these feelings can give.

[I find in me]