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* Ca.Dé *
Introspection is the self-observation and reporting of conscious inner thoughts, desires and sensations. It is a conscious and purposive process relying on thinking, reasoning, and examining one's own thoughts, feelings, and, in more spiritual cases, one's soul. It can also be called contemplation of one's self. Introspection may be used synonymously with and in a similar way to human self-reflection. It is used greatly as a spiritual examination.
me...mi...io...moi...mwen
mercredi 7 août 2013
"A sphere in mutation" by Ca.Dé
mardi 7 mai 2013
...the end of stuff...
Ca.Dé
vendredi 1 février 2013
new app...
vendredi 31 août 2012
NIGHT HOUSE
warm house
is yours to take
if you let go...welcome to my house...
smoke surrounds the deepest curves of your body
pink flash lights brighten the darkest parts of your soul
sweetest sweat makes your back shine
blackest boots make the floor hurt
DJ says he has no pity
hide your tired in a corner of the room near the couch
let your shy sink in the purple blanket near the wall
let the bouncer be your dance partner
try to stay hydrated on Jack & Coke
close your eyes and all you can hold on to is your cigaret
two fingers away from complete loss of yourself
let the gay guy tell you you're fabulous
ask the cute one with a hat to dance just with your eyes
say no to the one with a ugly sweater with your lips
when it's time to go
the light, the smoke, the hat are gone
but you say "one more" with your hips
anyway you gonna have to find your way home with your head.
Ca.Dé
jeudi 1 mars 2012
la prose vivante
Poésie, poésie...la vie est faite pour être vécue ainsi.
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes"
lundi 2 janvier 2012
no line for new friend
did it leave me or did i drop it?
where is my built-in-brain-sharpener?
no line comes out, thoughts just rebelliously remain at the stage of confusing sticky gum.
what do i do with that? could they just come lay down with me on the white bed called sheet!
can we dance the waltz where they lead and i follow?
can we play the game of you inspire me and i write you down?
the thoughts said no and went for a ride on other people's blog.
i stayed with a new friend called Heavy.
so i invented an HeavyTale.
an heavy head is more noticeable than an heavy soul.
heavy soul of mine don't talk, don't write, just complains in silence
heavy soul of mine is a B., she don't like any of it but won't say shit until it's too late
heavy guts of mine got cancer called fear and don't want no cure
cure is rebellion, cure is work, cure is going to vacation when everybody is coming back, wearing pink when black is the new black,
cure is expansive, cause you gotta buy your soul back but you spent your cash to get the new Mac.
heavy head is more noticeable then heavy soul and new mac makes me forget heavy head.
so i kept my head light and put the rocks on the top of my soul, i called it surviving.
rocks too heavy to be sharpened
very slow spirit will make no line
it hasn't left me…i dropped it.