What makes you think you have the right.
To tell me to go into the night.
I wish to stay and fight the fight.
For I know I have that right.
To stand here and perform.
To run, to jump, to walk, to crawl.
The right to be, to see, to cry, to fall.
And most of all, I have the right to choose it all.
You can't stop my need to be.
You can't stop my need to be free.
Free to love, free to live, free to take and free to give.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
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Fabulous
Current mood: Â hopeful
Category: Life
I hear them playing drums, I hear their voices all over the air. I hear their screams and desire to express. I hear them over and over again. I hear myself smiling to them. I hear the rythm of my pulse inside my body. I hear my mind remembering old days in childhood when I used to dance. I hear the child in me saying, I want to dance mummy. I hear the empty space that will follow soon. This room of desire and hope that will stay here forever. Even when I'll be gone. I hear people clapping, are they so happy? They must be. And that happiness fulfills me with nostalgy because I will be gone one day. And these moments will only be alive in a memory. A memory that will cross land and sea all over this globe. A memory that will be heard one day when I'll be gone. So I hear this thought of mine, and I express it. I express it as often as I can because it is about recording our lives in memory. It is about you in space working along with time. It is about me reminding you to hear yourself and to not forget little details as when people play drums in your yard.
I thought i'd copy the snipets of an interesting email discussion between Gini, Myself & Lois relating to how we might display real world objects in the performing rights online library (all text has been heavily edited, so Gini/Lois do let me know if you don't like how I've chopped it!!!).
