love your city

say something

darinka — Sun, 18 Mar 2012 18:27:41 +0000

take to the streets
take to the notebooks and the loose scraps of paper laying around your bedroom floor
that pizza box is a canvas and so is the lightpost
express what you want
what you need
what you crave
and who you are
let them know you were there
again and again
carve it in wood
write it on skin
whisper it to the wind
connect with someone – become a part of their day
see it through
(see through it)

A Call to action
for love
and
compassion
remember:
do not hold your words prisoner
release them free them and let them ignite
little revolutions
remember:
you are not the only one
that feels
this
let anonymity bind you to your fellow man
simply by leaving him a letter
or 14

your prophets wrote on silk and papyrus
mine write on vinyl and subway walls
the message is nevertheless clear
forever is already here

for the old man in you

darinka — Wed, 14 Mar 2012 11:11:36 +0000

groundbreaking//we’ve got issues

darinka — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 17:00:08 +0000

the b-word

darinka — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 14:28:45 +0000

he came from a woman, got his name from a woman and his game from a woman.

les petits plaisirs du dimanche soir

darinka — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 02:52:19 +0000

goodness, gracious

darinka — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 01:37:50 +0000

Click to view slideshow.

[gràcia & bogatell beach]
rockets. gentle men. augusta. croissant con nutella. sticklers for sun. sandwiched. emeralds. youth. periwinkle. winter winds. holding hands. quit playin’. pigeon-techture. barcelona is: grown men on scooters. she sells. pumpkin pie beach. dog day afternoon. lyfegame. gets better with time?

b&w photos here.

love your barcelona

darinka — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 17:31:10 +0000

the weatherman lied

darinka — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 03:24:40 +0000

[poblenou]

hot breath & an ice cold shoulder.
kissed beneath a tremendous blanket on a humble bed.

how you gonna tell the ice queen to play it cool?

social unrest.
sleep is not for the wicked, but what wicked sleep it is.

(what happened to my dreams?)

interest piqued quickly turns to interest peaked.

frost. (peeking in)
bite.
you. (speaking in -)

tongues – unravelled. un-reveled.

it’s harder to tell just how cold she is in the winter.

such great heights

darinka — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 23:58:10 +0000

and yet the books will be there on the shelves, separate beings,
that appeared once, still wet
as shining chestnuts under a tree in autumn,
and, touched, coddled, began to live
in spite of fires on the horizon, castles blown up,
tribes on the march, planets in motion.
“we are, ” they said, even as their pages
were being torn out, or a buzzing flame
licked away their letters. so much more durable
than we are, whose frail warmth
cools down with memory, disperses, perishes.
i imagine the earth when I am no more:
nothing happens, no loss, it’s still a strange pageant,
women’s dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley.
yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

- c. milosz, and yet the books

you are now watching a master at work

darinka — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 16:36:17 +0000

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