temptations of talent

whispers in thin air, talents, promisingly beckoning from behind the horizon: we fear.
it's not so much the talent but the 95% work that we are scared off, I think. 5% talent they say, the rest is effort, work, excercise.
love, so often falsely interpreted, is not worth to invest in, if it wouldn't underlie the same structural patterns: 5% love, the rest is working it...
temptations of talent delude me into semi-awake afternoons, spent on the carpet, dreaming into the green-blue sunkissed sky. temptations of love make us revolve to the petty half-baked human beings we once used to be, when still lingering in the safety (if there was any) of ever accepting bonds of blood.

one day, sings the bird, how cheesy but true, the bonds of love will overcome those of blood and create new fresh growing my dear, inside the soul.
that is, if you are willing to comply to the 5/95 % rules.
AH!

while you are gone I indulge again in finding out what I think by writing words, one after the other in a sunny afternoon.
My eyes are so tired. Vision blurred, but, says the little prince, one sees clearly only with the heart. There you are, then, in the distance and inbetween there is longing fires, soothing love, uplifting tenderness and apprehension mingled and messed up like in a gordic knot.
meanwhile life goes on and myspace addicts try to find their way through the freeways of interconnected superficialities and the farce of messages that you won't remember when death calls your name in the dark hours of the night.
There you are, then, my heart sees you clearly. All the arguments and fierce emotions dwindle away, blurred by insignificance and what remains is:
Your Smile
Love