the great escape

  • Posted April 2, 2009 by Po in Friends. Viewed 5161 times
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this dog was in a small cage. he seemed lonely and detached, waiting for the night to come, his moment of freedom. he looked at me in such a strange way that i looked elsewhere. we stayed like that for some minutes now, i don't remember. when i finally looked at him, he was far. he couldn't care less. that moment, that second, it was no difference between me and him. i only live in a larger cage but sometimes it feels so close that my own skin becomes my cage. and like him, i wait for the night to come. when finally i can be myself. running free on the wings of intention. and maybe at that point, we meet and we can be best friends and we can live together without harm. there are no bars to divide us. []

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      2009.04.09 Edited

      This dog reminds me of a dog I met in Coaraze. His name was Victor. I had a wonderful adventure with him. The words ..... are lovely and took me out of myself for a while

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      2009.04.02 Edited

      Now that's odd... it takes a photographer from Bucharest for me to discover a band from Montreal. And even more, they are having a live show along with Tricky on Friday! So I'm going. Thanks!
      And I love the picture!