Eyes and Bodies – The Dark Side of the Moon

The dark side of the moon: in shades of cobalt-blue, towards an erotic darkness we fall…

Not happiness, we live for beauty…and yet, how we always ruin it. How deep the disease of matter eats into the human body. We want to posses and control; whether, it is “just” physical attraction, the lust of one night, the love of three months, the kindness between two passing strangers…no we can’t take it, we must buy, have and show power, we want to cash it all, always go to the bank of our needs and status, control freaks opening up the coffins of exchange. Fear, always fear to lose, or that we might be taken for a ride…despite the fact, that for a few hours, days or seconds we felt what beauty/life was all about: “the best things in life are free”, and how strange that we can never live up to that freedom, and yet, it is all “there”, in the flagrance eyes of passing strangers, the yearning never ends… If souls could speak they would not tell us…

Glimmering techno ladies that fill the night with their graces and empty it with their egos…

We are not what we seem to be, or think we are what we want to be. We are acted upon by the images projected by our imagination, optical illusions reflected off the opaque surfaces of existence…

After and before ecstasy, life is a sublime climax that never comes…

Half-glimpsed behind empty forces, we are lead towards a boundless circumference…

Half-glimpsed and half-tried, the expended night always leaves stereo traces of a bitter sweet melancholy…

Shimmering summer nights: her hands tied above, criss-crossing both hands over an arch of naked steel…her eyes reflected deep pools of light, almost whispering: “it’s the way, not the climax, just the flow…”

Extremes of desire burning in the night, spirited illusions of a viral infinity…

A sense of ease in the lightness of existence is the spirit of life…

Freedom can only come out of beauty…