SOUR ‘日々の音色 (Hibi no neiro)’

Words — timmy on March 18, 2010 at 2:51 pm

Your heart that gently reflects in the puddle
is your tone, as you pass through the maze of everyday

Footsteps of spring
the city starts adding color
The melody flows LE LU LA LI
Through the colored lenses

Reggae Dub Hiphop Techno Latin
Between the waves of all the different values
Jazz Rock Pops Category no more
Whats the most important thing?

Spinning and turning on the overpass
as we overtake that season
this and that, which color is your melody?
Sometimes you could get confused

Reggae Dub Hiphop Techno Latin
Between the waves of all different values
Jazz Rock Pops Category no more
What are you thinking of now?

If we can embrace all the differences
It will shine the sky in rainbow colors
Your heart that gently reflects in the puddle
is your tone, as you pass through the maze of everyday

You can see it in any color, because of your clear feeling
Dont worry about it, lets just go as we are.
If we can embrace all the differences
The rain will stop, and the sky will shines in rainbow colors

Your heart that gently reflects in the puddle
is your tone, as you pass through the maze of everyday
You can see it in any color, because of your clear feeling
Let your tone shine like the rainbow

Pass through the maze of everyday
And start playing your tone

Words — timmy on March 17, 2010 at 10:16 pm

I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that
recedes;

I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.

- sara teasdale

you

Words, Photography — timmy on March 17, 2010 at 4:09 pm

are always on my mind.

she said…

Words, Photography — timmy on January 17, 2010 at 11:17 pm

Why can’t you be…like a candle I can snuff?
You’re still a diamond in the rough.
And I swear to god…I had enough.
How can I…call your bluff?

Sonnet XVII

Words — timmy on November 16, 2009 at 12:22 am

I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

- pablo neruda

In Loving Memory of

Words, Photography — timmy on October 26, 2009 at 1:21 am

My Grandmother
Lettitia Helena Fernandez

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord.
And let perpetual light shine upon her.
May she rest in peace.
Amen.

i will miss you so much.

excerpt from an untitled essay

Words — timmy on September 15, 2009 at 5:00 pm

Things-As-They-Are offer such an abundance of material that a photographer must guard against the temptation of trying to do everything. It is essential to cut from the raw material of life–to cut and cut, but to cut with discrimination. While working, a photographer must reach a precise awareness of what he is trying to do. Sometimes you have the feeling that you have already taken the strongest possible picture of a particular situation or scene; nevertheless, you find yourself compulsively shooting, because you cannot be sure in advance exactly how the situation, the scene, is going to unfold. You must stay with the scene, just in case some of the elements of the situation shoot off from the core again. At the same time, it’s essential to avoid shooting like a machine-gunner and burdening yourself with useless recordings which clutter your memory and spoil the exactness of the reportage as a whole.

- Henri Cartier-Bresson

May Angels Lead You In

Words, Photography — timmy on September 10, 2009 at 3:36 am

Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

we’ll miss you.

My people are the misfits

Words, Photography — timmy on September 3, 2009 at 1:50 pm

The ones that don’t fit in with the smile
I know it comes within
I can see you in the corner laughing
When the lightings low (at the after show)

like a red sky, it goes on forever

Words, Photography — timmy on September 3, 2009 at 1:40 pm

when you’re in the strawberry fields
just listen, you can hear them
they’ll call out loudly
they shout, “don’t forget about me”

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