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reakit lisse

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About Me


a certain language, it feeds us for the constant foot race, it play but never rewind, for this, dreamers do fail, for the clock never spoke, it just ticks..

My Interests

black and white photography, Art, Music, books, bustops, parks, travelling, the grand piano, endless conversations, subways, ticket collector,a list of great artists and writtings follows

I'd like to meet:


the wise forestman and maybe the clockstopper

Music:

the songs you hum on the way home

Movies:

i wish i own a video rental shop.there's so much to watch and ehemmm pay.

Books:

kite runner/eleven minutes/a promise to nadia/blame my brain/nothing's sacred/the time traveler's wife/the sister's keepers

Heroes:

hail to the new lifestyle of us women.let's celebrate

My Blog

she mute hearts

silence deafen by soulswhen everything failsonly her prayers become treats
Posted by reakit lisse on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 12:02:00 PST

streets dilemma (part 1)

dark alleys made journey saunter,signs of pavements scream comfort,drains flushes fears awaydistant streetlights gave guidance,trails of recognized whispers follow only to bring warmth during cold wal...
Posted by reakit lisse on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 03:18:00 PST

ticking morning

is it time yet? i crape my sheets, stretch about to every cornerthe ticking clock spoke in a certain language, admonishing mehands on ears to avert the unknown voicesthe fretful mind force my lids to ...
Posted by reakit lisse on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 11:31:00 PST

thank you

"she hums electric melodies.. to the left of her face.. all gentle as she throws back her wind-blown hair, black as the night.. and there upon this city night rooftop, arm..arming.. but why should i n...
Posted by reakit lisse on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 09:48:00 PST