Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Praha of Prague, Colour of Spirit

Let's try something different. Rather than facts and figures, here are some words that help me enjoy the memory of Prague. I think they're written in a way somewhere between "lyrics of a song" and a riddle. See what you think, I find it fun and strangely interesting :)  

London To Praha in such sweet passing //
Red x for return, start where you are
Car parking jet parks save cost over time remember time has cost
Arriving looking, you'll fly back, but heart shapes, and forwards as a pause

Such kind and second livings, for loved ones, felt in words and generosity

With the ksh and the krt and the provti and the schtm,  listen to the smile of tension, it's not so forced, just spoken 

Days awake in golden glow, glowing red shades of Pompei upon nightfall naturally lit by empathetic conversation 

Facial features noticeably local and more not so. architecture of diversity, diversity of architecture 

Policie contribute blue in sirening contrast, feeling prepared and protected, but from what. Unknown of not fearing

Melodious quiet buzzhumm allows a separation of sounds, whizz of a bike, putter of a car, chirp of a bird, click and ding of a cable car, note the laugh of a distant phone call

Porcelain, crystal in seek, even luck in the cards may spin your way

Coloured letters and emotions sprayed below, as you gaze up across the magnificence and tops 

The apostles will giggle on the hour if you watch the time that can't be seen, whilst the chords play rightside echoing around you 

Michael will take you over, ten stars crosses. Zlata ulicka crossbow bullseye in joyous momentum 

Sing play frolic tasting goulash and smoked spinning sugar. Segway between thoughts and places you'll see Let it be. Singing.

May the luck bring you water to cleanse, it may come and go, as we all do, enjoy  it's on and off

Curves and spikes proliferate the ancient  prayer wedding spaces of time and love. Sensing the whole city walking mindful the path back balcony like Florence Michelangelo 

Don't look for time, it isn't lost. Connect to your disconnected self finding what you seek. Integrate moments in freedom, worry not the lovely pursuit of past and future. The dungeon is real, spirit paddle bouyantly to sunset of renewal.

Such sweet momentary pass, come again!






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