Film


I can recall a time where
things were not the same as they are now-
in every aspect.

That time lies here,
in this shiny film.
Look inside of it, and you will find me.

There I am, full of blind life,
and stuffed with naive joy-
oh how the irony comes and goes.

Time is a leaf in the evening breeze,
but never returns for greeting.
It goes on, forever and ever.

That time lies here,
in this shiny film.
Look within, and you will find my arm with another.

Here and now,
I am with new skin- with arms untwined,
and the skin of old is here- in this shiny film.

Music

MUSIC
by: Charles Baudelaire

USIC doth uplift me like a sea

Towards my planet pale,

Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity

I lift my wandering sail.

 

With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,

And through the cordage wail,

I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me

Beneath her sombre veil.

 

I feel the tremblings of all passions known

To ships before the breeze;

Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown

 

I pass the abysmal seas

That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair

Of my despair!