Lucretia Borgia's jewel
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Poland
July 10, 2007
The breath comes first....then the first scream.
Sometimes likewise, the hand of a doctor or a nurse, by scream, looks for the breath.
No one expects that a man would whisper at the very beginning.
Would it be better if we came to the world with whisper ?
Maybe the way it is now it's better, we need to grow up to the whisper.
It starts so innocently.
The game called 'Chinese Whispers'.
It's rather tamed scream than 100% whisper inside the whisper.
From lips to the ear, from lips to the ear, from lips.........
The first whispered misunderstandings screamed out .
And then - the end of the game.
The adulthood approaches, adolescent whisper into the hair curls.
And finally, the very last words whispered from nearly lifeless lips.
And between them ocean of whispers, more and less important.
More important, those u dream of, listen to,wait for.
Some screams expressing tenderness seem too brazen.
Tenderness and whisper are inseparable couple.
Voice turned to whisper rustles with confidence, unspeakableness,concern, desire.
Energy of the whisper entangles through the ear inside our body and soul.
Destroys regularity,rhythm, and peace of the second breath of the heartbeat of the thoughts order.
One whisper seeks for other whisper.
Desire weighed with words on the verge of audibility.
Intimacy or it's semblance......
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