maria on_line

 

 
MLT_ you came with the funk, with the pedal of loops  re_radio-mix yet in a different sound  ,played for a long time ago, long before my time began, even in the blues you twist the tune, just as with the days, the Friday on Tuesday and Sundays’ a mood.  yOU even make mr. Monday  look good,   and that is how you’ve drawn your name on my skin  with blank INK on a needle it sink through bones and blood and into my souul  .5 days until my plane takes off and the return is _unknown.   poetically tuned

 
 

_june in tune  .mp4
 
 
 
_3 days 17 hours later in sins

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_6 days left on the island

 
  
 
   
 

 

destiNation  _Norge

 


 

 
 

 

 
 
 

 

what an artistic pre_ 20 digital workflow of extended mind   I’m in love again  ♥

 

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        _gzira el.sunday blues 
 
 

 
 
 
  

 

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                                                                                                                                                     _back on wheels Time Machine.
   

Got it. Straight on. Summer’s topped and it’s stopped  suns heat the burning burned up  for now 20′  and sun summer thank you  you beauty ball chaos on fire you’ve been mad  shining non stop hot spot on top the top  I thank you sweetly with love mad deeply.  but i’m not here to greet you want to tell y’all a secret, a pree trick, since right after the sunshine the rain it felled, it felled with the wild wind in strength high speeded pressure towards my building  my house my every step since last fall it fell evert bricks n stones rolled over my building tall fall down on one day one day high speed in a blink now it’s gone  it’s gone no more to be found.  Yet I’m here I’m not falling I’m not falling along as the time’s going on there’s no time to look down yes I’m here and I’m strong cause the time’s moving on , and even though my grounding is gone I don’t fear nor look down, I rather sees it as a turn  another way to look and learn,  no terms no walls no pages to burn  just land  re-land barefoot to step in the sand.     If my writing is unclear as I’m still hooked on the rhymes I will sum it up, woman up speak it clearly, put it on page, my latest lesson, latest fall and rise in the same page same dawn, as I did fall, lost it all, one year of building a life on the Island, lost my job, my home, my lover too, in one day it all faded into a finished chapter  written and closed, in a blink it turned to dust to unknown, like a sudden distance  as I never really owned the time I had spent on it’s growth, as I borrowed my building or the bricks of it’s whole  the one that I made by my self from the stones that I found on the ground on my own in the sun in it’s burning I found the stones on a road hot n unknown.  Na I will cut off the rhymes otherwise this will take a whole lot of time, cause the point is, the point is growth. The point is that it didn’t bring me down, that I accepted that my time has other plans, while the wind the wildest so far crashed into my building of one year and a half, rolled over my every bricks, as it tilted in fall, how hard and how long I’ve been holding it on  on place on time on line so closely for not falling down, in a rush of the time  all of the times that my breath was stressing out of lungs and my heart beats beat bum buRRa bum so many heart beats beating in high speed when the wind got to near, and I spent the day remaining wrapped it up in silently fear  ,yet in the moment, while standing there tall watching it fall every piece every bricks every puzzle I’ve done  falling fading into somewhere unknown ,then I knew then I learned that the bricks is not mine to own  just borrowed, and the time my time is in is up for another beginning. As the bricks might have expired a long time ago, yet I kept building on because they were better then all the bricks I have ever known, and not until they all fell down I realized I was building a cage of Gold with height and volume so big that I never would have known what’s outside what’s in open what’s it being open and free of safety my truth without borders to be. And now I’m here, all on my own naked alone without borders and alarms without no none commands  only my feet barefoot in the sand  and in knowing that i’m here in the time on time no line just believe in my song  while standing on the whitest page  whitest that I’ve seen  for now as I’m singing along  filling lines on a tune without trying just in tune with a lesson to learn to teach you  if you’re ready at least I am on time just on time to teach you my song without rhymes nor words just a very simple melody