~ raincoated ~

open arms, open heart
in the sight of telescope

at the moment the stars are raining over poland.
from a distant grass - i'm listening.

~ invite the bullets in ~

dance
exorcism through possession

i've been listening to this piece countless times. the title got in a mysterious way connected to this entry on more than a few levels. without noticing, i started dancing, completely lost in the music and everything it brought. my body has become the fifth string of her cello.

once in a while i would catch a glimpse of the hospital across the street. a few hours after oslo shooting outbreak and bombing only meters away. a few floors over the emergency centre in the hotel building.

tonight, for some beautiful minutes
i was clearly happy

the breaking strings have reached, at last
first muscles, then heart
beat