Ljósmynda

Sunday Circus

2011-05-02T21:10:00.000+02:00

@ Glasgow

Another place

2010-10-27T23:51:00.001+02:00

http://glaswegiansnooks.blogspot.com/

Science Fiction

2010-07-12T01:32:00.004+02:00

I can read your palm. Don't you see them around us? Long lines cutting short one's mingled among the taste of your imagination. Really. Yet, it's so obvious. The fake invaders. They're attacking us. They invade your soul in a row of stones. You can't feel anguish growing up because it's too late. It's not a nightmare, it's not a dream. Just Limbo. Welcome.

'Cauz A Poppy Can Fly

2010-06-13T02:36:00.001+02:00

***

1. Any of numerous plants of the genus Papaver, having nodding buds with four crumpled petals, showy red, orange, or white flowers, a milky juice, and capsules that dehisce through terminal pores.

2. Any of several similar or related plants, such as the California poppy.

3. An extract from the sap of unripe poppy seedpods, used in medicine and narcotics.

4. A vivid red to reddish orange.

"Allur heimurinn óskýr"

2010-05-09T22:32:00.004+02:00

Boogie / Boogie

2010-05-08T15:26:00.000+02:00

Say Hello !

2010-05-02T20:11:00.003+02:00

Incapacity Of A Way Out.

2010-05-01T22:06:00.005+02:00

Nil Nosma

2010-04-30T22:57:00.005+02:00

Polamynda

2010-04-27T22:51:00.002+02:00

Girls, Girls, Girls

2010-04-26T09:43:00.007+02:00

@Charlotte, Cécile, Gaby & Valentine

Sjóndeildarhringur

2010-04-23T00:23:00.000+02:00

How Not To Work

2010-04-21T15:51:00.006+02:00

@ The Knife Thrower

Walk Around The Clock

2010-04-20T18:47:00.002+02:00

[Like A Burning Marshmallow]

2010-04-16T12:08:00.003+02:00

Open the stage please

2010-04-13T10:52:00.000+02:00

@Daverdisse.

D.

2010-04-12T11:36:00.001+02:00

@ D.

OYOYOYOYO

2010-03-31T22:47:00.005+02:00

Tentative d'épuisement d'une culpabilité

2010-03-25T22:50:00.007+01:00

Let's Be Something Like Us.

2010-02-24T15:26:00.002+01:00

OWL

2010-02-23T00:55:00.001+01:00

@ Lau

Gabrielle

2010-02-16T22:03:00.001+01:00

[000]

2010-02-15T02:09:00.003+01:00

Red Addiction Introduces
The Mike's Self Infliction.

On The Way.

2010-02-12T16:53:00.000+01:00

You're An Addict

2010-02-07T23:52:00.002+01:00

Madchester

2010-01-24T23:08:00.001+01:00

The City

2010-01-10T17:16:00.003+01:00

You Fancy.

"Mise en Abyme"

2010-01-02T22:55:00.001+01:00

G & M.

Words

2009-12-27T14:30:00.001+01:00

As I'm getting older y'all people get colder.

2009-12-26T12:18:00.006+01:00

This & That Day

2009-12-24T00:33:00.002+01:00

Doors of Control.

2009-12-20T20:06:00.001+01:00

Out of Snow.
That there's a way out.

Artistic Pregnancy

2009-12-18T13:46:00.001+01:00

Blur but Clear.

It's Raining Cats And Dogs.

2009-12-11T19:43:00.004+01:00

...
And Water doesn't fall...

[Illusion...]

2009-12-10T09:55:00.004+01:00

Nightmarish dreams.

2009-12-08T17:25:00.004+01:00

Nightmarish dreams are reality.
Sweet dreams are disillusions from them.
Only happen in my sleep.
Red lines are spinning.
Hidden behind you.
That I draw everywhere.

Hjarta

2009-12-05T12:19:00.007+01:00

One day, a little girl asks her father to give her one heart because she's convinced that she's got one. "I'm a robot, dad, I don't feel anything. Watch me!". And she began to mimic a robot. The man told rudely her daughter that it wasn't to him to give her an heart (you can imagine the mess, the stupid lesson that he wanted to give). But 10 years later, he seemed to have changed his mind.

In the Castle Rackrent

2009-12-01T23:32:00.001+01:00

Gosh... Where am I?

Well, take our boat and come.

2009-11-30T01:06:00.004+01:00

Where Gray is not.

Do you really dance alone in a drama's exercice?

2009-11-24T02:43:00.001+01:00

My lover cries because it's unfair that I could die like this. In a last dance beneath an apple tree, he tells me that I have pretty eyes. I know that he never told me. The apple tree loses its green apples which turn into grey when they fall on the floor. We swirl damply in wind's wake. I sing with him a weird song. I've never heard it before but who say how, I know the lyrics. More and more I fell death who's coming. My skin becomes paler and paler, my eyes lose their light. They don't sparkle anymore. And suddenly, suddenly my heart fills with blood, burst and I feel nothing. I'm dead. He sit near me, crying. My dead body can feel his frozen tears. I'm now a doll. He sings again this song (I still don't know where it comes from) and with all his gentleness and love he tries to have me sit on the floor (Am I on the floor? on the grass? near the lake's water?) and draws me like I've never been drawn before. Like a puppet I follow all his gesture, my body is now attached to transparent ties. With his eyes, he tells me what I have to do to become a new human being (we suppose that I was). I began to follow him, moving our hands, then the arm. My head shakes. He helps me to stand up (but do I have the stregth to be stood?) and force me to dance again. I love this new dance. But unfortunately dance hurts me. My feet hurt. We move faster. My feet still hurt. How can I tell him that dance is not the same after death?

Beaux Yeux, Beaux Yeux. Depuis Que Je Vous connais, Je N'en Suis Pas Plus Heureux.

2009-11-16T22:44:00.011+01:00

When we are robots, we're us. Little by little, the silliness and the laughter of the beginning which used to exasperate me fade. Joy, innocence, anger disappear and vanish. Pam. Pam. Pam. A noise breaks out and goes with a movement. The same. The same. The same. Always the same. Then another noise. Twik. Twik. Twik. It looks like cheeping. Smiles and fear fade away. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
I'm a part which fits into this mechanism. Ploum. Ploum. Ploum. Melancholic sadness is not mine, not yours but our. She enters in myself till guts. Our voices go hoarse and complete the other sound after another. Rhythm. Rythm. Don't forget. Never forget. It's like a mechanical dance. Always the same gesture. You adapt your rhythm on the next part. You're the previous. You're the next. It matters. We matters. Dong. Dong. Dong. We're the flesh of this machine. You want Anger? We provock Anger and all its mecanisms. You want Sadness? We're Sadness with its disgusting and touching tears. Flesh becomes metal. Metal becomes Flash.

If I were a....

2009-11-15T23:57:00.001+01:00

Self being.

2009-11-14T17:43:00.006+01:00

We smother. In this end's decade they're like ants, getting crushed. They don't understand what words are really. Some night would give them some way to breathe. We wanted to give them some sky's cake. With freedom stars' crumbs you know. Just have to write it down. But have you seen them? They're like dogs, hurling to be the first to pick up what they see as new shinning toys. They don't even manage to catch the sweet warm blow. They deconstruct them-selves and transform their hands common knowledge. That's all. Their words are nonsense.
My head is wandering, letting my brain-storming lonely. No confusion.
Pure suffocation. It's growing. The unhealthy smoke comes from the maze.
We near air please.

A crisis is looming.

2009-11-12T00:43:00.004+01:00

Nightmares hunt, hurt. Hidden among these bunches monters come to catch me and tell me that aches are not so nasty. They're struggle me and I plane through these bloody red lines who appear as a ball room. And I dance. I dance. I dance. They give me the strength to dance. I push away my pillow who tries to save me with his sweety arms. I don't trust him. Because it's a false landscape. And it's so good to be in a delirium. You can't understand. Anyway.

Frenzy's Tree

2009-11-11T20:16:00.003+01:00

One word.

2009-11-09T22:37:00.001+01:00

MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE. MAZE.

One night.

2009-11-06T13:21:00.004+01:00

I built this wall around me. Sound. Silence. Don't say anything. Because there's nothing to say. Misunderstandings come so easy with words. Words are misunderstandings. You can't say a word without misunderstanding someone. We're feelings' handicapped because of them. Anyway.
"You're strange. But that's not negative, maybe just bluring." Alpha said.
Ok. I've got it.

Because In Mind.

2009-11-04T17:43:00.000+01:00

Twenty Two.

2009-11-04T00:05:00.001+01:00

Happy Birthday Dear =).

"Oh! Les Beaux Jours."

2009-10-29T01:50:00.003+01:00

When you're in a dancing, you must dance. That's the point.

Cut

2009-10-26T13:32:00.003+01:00

He gave me the bottle of wine. Stumbling pathetically I took it and read "Corbière". "Corbière! Corbière es una poeta a quien le gusta España!".

Never & Always.

2009-10-22T02:48:00.003+02:00

This afternoon, I knew something was wrong with these pics since I was so fulfilled. I didn't understand very well how it was wrong but at the same time knew that the crisis will be for tonight. Because pain was here on the pic. For the first time, pain was here. Nothing naive. Nothing hidden. Just pure pain. And I become to understand, little by little or in a flash what I have to photograph, to catch, to share.

Time

2009-10-17T03:34:00.006+02:00

Days are short. Nonsense to say it. A double life is conceivable now. Remember time you had to spent, the days spent in your bed, trying to sleep to forget the reality of nights. Dream appears to you as a way to analyse, to keep turning over but in a different time, space and feeling. You're in the perfect place. Past is not here, Future? we never talk about him, he's a dumb man who doesn't even dare showing his nose. But Present. For the first time, you live in the Present. And when night comes, the nightmare begins. Reality catchs you and chucks you in a sort of self-derision. The snakish whirl swallows you. Too late. You never end, that's the game. Tasteless. Months after, you're still here. Same bed, different color, a blue one. The whirl has magically disappeared. Open your eyes. Ground zero.

You Cut Her Hair / Tom McRae

2009-10-07T11:55:00.001+02:00

Time
Has coloured in
The black and white
Of your sin
So burn
Burn the flag
Rip it up
Bury the Rags

But I will find you still
Move in for the kill
You cut her hair

So live
Live long
See her face
In everyone
And turn
Turn the page
Start again
Change your name

But I will find you still
Move in for the kill
You cut her hair
You cut her hair
You cut her hair

The Impulses Of The Soul.

2009-09-19T13:37:00.003+02:00

Soul Machine.

Sunrise of things

2009-09-08T00:49:00.001+02:00

"Avenues all lined with trees, Picture me and then you start watching,"

2009-09-07T16:25:00.003+02:00

@Ceremony-New Order

Glints of Bouvard & Pécuchet

2009-09-03T14:45:00.001+02:00

Puppets

2009-09-02T17:41:00.002+02:00

Some legs

2009-08-02T08:14:00.000+02:00

Just like a pill

2009-07-30T13:23:00.005+02:00

We are all in a bus. He told me he wants to speak. He's next A. who stares at me. I don't know where I'm going but I know I have to take a train to see B. who's waiting for me. He says I have to go to Boulogne sur mer and then take a TGV to a weird city. Boulognes sur mer looks like Rotterdam with great flowers' fields. I remember I found it clearly wonderful and say naively (I don't know why) "They don't realise how lucky they are to live there". The name of the weird city is "Bray-Hugues" to V.H's memory. Soldiers with great black hats are waiting for us. They ask whether we want memories of England. The driver tells me that Bruxelles is not in this way. It's 11:30 pm. Can't take another TGV except Manchester's one.

Mixing

2009-07-29T12:17:00.005+02:00

They told me they move to England and she'll follow him. She lets the children to her mother. In a other way, suddenly I'm in a room (I don't know where but I suppose, I don't know why, it must be in L.). This is this woman (black hair) who has managed (I don't know how) to invite all these men to come to watch mangas. She's not so pretty but has got qualities, that's pretty sure since they think she's eye-catching. She smiles at me even if she doesn't really understnd what I'm doing here. We don't speak and watch this damn TV.
He told me he moves to England too after his exams. 3 years, it's enough for him. He wants to leave.
I woke up.

Pacing

2009-07-22T00:53:00.003+02:00

I'm small. Not so small. In a red bed (many things about red these times, red is the color of the moment), I see my now-years-old life. I a blue bed I see this january night. K. always saying this sentence. Here, there is M. telling me the secret of Music in a white bed. And I write it. Listening quietly to him. Not fascinated, just smiling. His adult childhood behind him. Little by little, feels tired, exhausted. His brown eyes close, his eyelashs near.. Can't you hear them?

Red skin.

2009-07-21T14:28:00.002+02:00

@Red shoes. Red mood. Red mind. Red table. Red lie. Red travel. Red affection. Red Ljosmyndasing. Red button. Red dress. Red telephone. Red book on the floor. Red frienship. Red I feel. Red I unfeel. Red in eyes.

This song.

2009-07-21T01:54:00.000+02:00

I wrote it.
The first.

"I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll"

2009-07-19T12:19:00.002+02:00

@Elsy.

Little K.

2009-07-17T03:14:00.004+02:00

You are so young. Does it surprise you?

Chiaroscuro.

2009-07-16T08:55:00.004+02:00

@By Moongroove.

I hate flowers. They are dumb.

2009-07-14T12:33:00.003+02:00

When people are living in a fool's paradise.

Já

2009-05-25T02:06:00.000+02:00

I accept.

Dudes.

2009-05-22T13:24:00.001+02:00

Can't read my,
Can't read my,
No he can't read my poker face!

Akaki

2009-05-22T00:15:00.005+02:00

=).

M

2009-05-20T14:17:00.000+02:00

...

You say yes, I say no.

2009-05-18T14:28:00.003+02:00

It's experimental.

If somebody notices it...

2009-05-17T23:25:00.003+02:00

... please make a sign.

Julie.

2009-05-15T11:11:00.000+02:00

You're a fuckin' genious.
Come back.
Love you!

Useless

2009-05-11T23:28:00.004+02:00

Uhm yeah somebody has found your failure : you hate loneliness. But everybody hates loneliness isn't it? Silence, music is quite useless tonight. You're in Sleepy Beauty's castel, except that's the protagonist is a little white teddy bear who holds his paws to catch you. Little round belly.
Of course. You conquer.

The clumsy ballerina

2009-05-11T13:53:00.004+02:00

Not The first one...

L'Hybride

2009-04-25T15:13:00.000+02:00

@Place of changement and reconstruction.

Growing up? Never

2009-04-12T13:06:00.003+02:00

@Marilka

Moonlight by Pinter

2009-04-08T09:14:00.002+02:00

Bridget

Once someone said to me - I think it was my mother or my father - anyway, they said to me - We've been invited to a party. You've been invited too. But you'll have to come by yourself, alone. You won't have to dress up. You just have to wait until the moon is down.

Pause.

They told me where the party was. I was in a house at the end of a lane. But they told me the party wouldn't begin until the moon had gone down.

Pause. I got dressed in something old and I waited for the moon to go down. I waited a long time. Then I set out for the house. The moon was bright and quite still.

Pause.

When I got to the house it was bathed in moonlight. The house, the glade, the lane, were all bathed in moonlight. But the inside of the house was dark and all the windows was dark. There was no sound.

Pause.

I stood there in the moonlight and waited for the moon to go down.

"I like this one. It looks like a broken star which shines!"

2009-04-02T21:51:00.004+02:00

@C. You came and you went away. I miss you a lot, dude-girl..

"Life is dumb, yeah?"

2009-03-29T22:25:00.002+02:00

But surprising...!

Matter of fact

2009-03-27T01:42:00.003+01:00

It happens that one day out of two, life is sane and the other day life is unsane. That's all. One day you take care of yourself, read some reading matter, take tea like an old wise english lady who just knows how to take care of herself. But the other, you don't want. No. Because it's to easy and you need some explosive matter to feel good and proud of yourself. You listen to wild music. Your body is like a snake (the animal which you hate more and more) and you burst into cries, into black tears (yes because the supposed bad girl has got make up on her eyelash) with a open heart with blood on your bosom. Is it really blood? In any case, it seems to be.
You are in your bunches. Ok. You're save. You're not the one neither the other. Just you. With Voyage au bout de la nuit in your hands. Beauty of an appalling writing.

[12 hours left...]

2009-03-23T22:29:00.003+01:00

Some violet juice, photography book, watching people in front of a station who come, leave. Pleasure of little nothing things. Nowadays, it's a story of soft blur drinks?

[And]

2009-03-23T16:47:00.003+01:00

Was walking in the street and heard the shrills of these lights. Their amber side comes out.

Spring is here

2009-03-21T15:08:00.000+01:00

@Fortunately...

From S. to S.

2009-03-18T16:25:00.004+01:00

@Because Drama and Trees prevent me from growing up. And I'm proud of this. I promise.

Made by phone

2009-03-16T20:08:00.005+01:00

Waking up this morning, I told myself that the weather was nice. Quite sullen mood. Yes, because tell me that Spring doesn't wake up now, that I can still enjoy this mid-way trees. Happiness to pace up and down the street at 7:00 am just after a russian tea? Love this overdose. Yes, my dear light filter into me...!

Lille 3000

2009-03-15T16:32:00.003+01:00

@My God! I Love this city...

Crescent of the moon

2009-03-15T13:56:00.005+01:00

@Place of sharing.

3:00 pm

2009-03-13T17:20:00.004+01:00

@ Uh...

NY????

2009-03-06T17:02:00.008+01:00

I used to write a lot. To tell everyting what happened in my poor damn/great life. I'm afraid but I think that I've lost my english! I'm fed up of thinking. Ok don't think if you so eager to party, girl. Yes but now there is another main issue... Postponing! How can I put it? Need to practice more. Please give me a concrete travel project...

Curved skyline

2009-03-06T01:33:00.002+01:00

@ Amazing?

The train missed me! Damn it!

2009-03-05T19:15:00.003+01:00

@ On the way to Nice.

Two years...

2009-03-05T01:28:00.009+01:00

... You've changed and You've never changed. A lot and Never. That's why... Today, I was 17 again. Thanks =).

I was with a joker, I just looked at her...

2009-03-03T21:47:00.004+01:00

@... and she killed me!

Bodice

2009-03-02T20:13:00.001+01:00

@ Feminine Garden

Are you come back little ghost?

2009-03-02T16:36:00.003+01:00

These toilets made me realise that somethin' was wrong in the drawing...

@ Irish pub. The Hop shore.

Crossing some imaginary english gardens

2009-02-28T15:59:00.000+01:00

@6.00 am