Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Last Hope

OK. It was a love story. We met and separated. I still loved the girl. And I still loved the music of Led Zeppelin, from 1976. I used to send her messages on her cellular phone to explain my feelings. Sometimes I used the words from Led Zeppelin’s songs for it, because Led Zeppelin is not only music and verses, but it has become the sound of my soul. Formerly she could find the words to answer, and her words sounded like the Plant’s high voice!
When we separated I tried to draw my messages. It was the mystical way in which I could be with her soul for some hours during the work. When I finished a drawing I sent her the verse from it… These drawings were my last hope… There was no answer…

Graphic series

Last Hope
6 sheets-messages
Paper, Indian ink, pen.
27x19 cm
19x27 cm
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7910873@N05/

Message #1
Houses of the Holy
We can watch the white doves go
From the door comes Satan’s daughter
And it only goes to show
Ah, you know
There’s an angel on my shoulder
In my hand a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden
And the seeds of love I’ll sow


Message #2
No Quarter
The snow falls hard and don’t you know?
The winds of Thor are blowing cold.
They’re wearing steel that’s bright and true
They carry news that must get through, oooh
They choose the path where no-one goes.
They hold no quarter, they hold no quarter.
Walking side by side with death
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that’s slow
The dogs of doom are howling more

Message #3
Kashmir
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
T’ sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Th’ talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed
Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin’


Message #4
Kashmir
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face ‘Long the straits of fear
Whaoh, whaoh Whaoh-oh, oh Ohhhh

Message #5
AchillesLast Stand
It was an April morning, When they told us we should go
The devil in his hole Hides inside and never seen, yeah
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground Oh to ride the wind


Message #6
Ten Years Gone
Then as it was, then again it will be
An’ though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
We are eagles of one nest
The nest is in our soul
Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me
Never thought I’d see your face the way it used to be

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