Lost In Translation, Voodoo And Youth
First time visited Japan when I was 7. Things have changed since then, actually strike that,
I did…
or did I?…
First time visited Japan when I was 7. Things have changed since then, actually strike that,
I did…
or did I?…
From salt to blood,
Within a cage, without air, within a silent agony.
Raging in lies and smiles of the past,
I served the purpose, her purpose.
It is her story, I was only a tool.
The pain inside without a cause.
Her cause, her pain, inside my nameless shadow.
I will be lost within the wind of sorrow.
My aching bones and shattered dreams,
Without a place and name.
Just a footprint of a soul without flesh, without a home.
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, no one to follow.
Burning through the pages of a story, her story.
Destroying without regret,
To love and to hate,
To walk the plank into oblivion – that’s my fate.
My ugly beauty and beautiful ugliness,
My battered soul, my dusty shoes,
My tears and blood of my inner child.
My journey on this endless road.
We will dance barefoot on shattered glass, on shattered dreams.
We will be remembered and then forgotten.
We will kiss the tears of our unborn child.
We will rise like Phoenix, we will break free!
I will climb the highest mountain,
I will not look down,
I will not turn the other cheek,
I will not bow down!
One more step,
One last breath,
One last laugh…
I am free at last!
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10/27/2015 © Elena Levon
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The woman behind Phoenix …
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CHOICE
“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, and though they are with you, and yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward, not tarries with yesterday. “– Kahlil Gibran
from the book : The Prophet
Worried about gun control? Yes, of course, let’s demolish the Second Amendment and instead let the “Doctor”, hand us death, faster than any bullet…
I know some of you might wonder, what the hell happened to that woman with all her thousands of flaws and a suitcase-load of crazy. Has she slipped and fell on that “most dangerous hike in China” or got kidnapped in Mongolia?
Not really, no.
The truth is ~
I’ve been trying to remember how to breathe…
… in New York.
In the next months I will write how I got here and why. Here’s the “tease list” of the upcoming chapters …