Two wings against all winds, To my love...!!!

Waiting the truthizing of my real dream to be realized by externalizing my inner passion to the outer world, and make ALL SUBJECTS screaming this is the ultimate ontic... this is who Ali is her boy friend and she is his space, negation and ultimate dream, closing my eyes again making the fiction machine producing ultimately an illusion of my perfect reality...

and I do always live between your real illusion and my illusion of reality...Maximizing my Countering against all the limitations pressing my externalizing to the minimum, dreaming someday I'll find my real self in itself without the limitations

And to tell the ontic honest stopping illusioning my self while all images are kind of illusion, I'm telling you i'm not waiting the perfect girl azif I have the perfect dream, but I'm waiting the very body and the very body ideology that can maintain my perfect crazy fantazy,

you my coming love, you never block my transcedental imaginery struggle but you awlays be a space of reality and a real space, containing all kinds of flowers obstacles and birds flying negations to my poor soul burned by poverty of historizing the objects of the environment I have been forced to no choose it...

I'm no waiting you on an axis of linear time,
I'm waiting you on the ultimate intersection points of all spiral axis froming the area of the universe...
So i'm waiting you with zero eyes perspecting on my chinese handwatch,
I'm waiting you with infinity eyes observing the soul of the universe and the fantazy sexual seducing movement of the body of the universe jumping one leg on a thing and the other on it's negation,
and I realize that the rosemarry bus will not pass,
I realize I'm the very driver who will pass to lift me,
As I'm rejecting hardly forming a class of struggle to achieve your eternality, cause I'm not sharing my dream, and I'm not sharing you,
I'm so lonely during and over and in this pursuiting to stock my lips on your high neck...

we will be two wings against all winds
and the head of our body is evoluting eternally...!!!    

Seduction of the non-geographic spaces

Music is never specific...
Music is never a negation...
Music never critisize A your-notion...
Music is never Form your passion...

Music is just a non-geographic space seduces your passionate to be externalized...
That's why you are repeating a melody in different conditions having different styles of behaviour whith different passionate acting forming different theories...

it's not a result of music itself...but because music is a seducing outer space for your inner passion...

When lyrics are being engaged in music...Music then is reality and lyrics are beings...

To have perfect seduction with music and lyrics, Lyrics should not fullfill all the space not like a crowded coffeshop, and music should not offer the whole space for free not like an easy full naked bitch... a struggle is required by the consciousness of the observer to have the perfect externalizing of the inner passion in the reality beyond the illusion of the music space.

Facebook is a seducing non-geographic space, and a blog also...

When you create a blog give high care to your design quality, and the definition of quality here is the quality of seduction for other observers to observe, and for you yourself to write more...

And what I feel from the window of writing a new post in "Blogspot.com" is passion losing...

It's like to open your eyes after a dialectical musical dream on an empty impartial room...

This window I'm writing in, have zero ability to seduce the writer, azif I write in facebook then paste here... 

 

Universe observes music!!

Logic never means numbers, although it sometimes deals with numbers.

Logic of a musical tune be not able to be counted numerically, creators be able to create music without counting numerically, but academic musicians be not.

Philosophers comprehend the status quo walking in streets.

Academics need numbers.

Logic of a percussion be not counted by numbers, you can play percussion while you be invaded by the function of percussion, but you never play percussion while mind of you be counting micro-percussion elements, then you will be beyond the formula of the tune.

That happens, try it!!

In theatre watching period you be not able to deconstruct a musical tune into finite elements, "YOU NEVER HAVE SEX WITH eye-pupil, pavilion, thumb-tip and navel, YOU HAVE SEX WITH A LIVING BEING AND A MUSICAL TUNE IS A LIVING BEING".

May numbers be out of the formula, some formulas exist without numbers.

"Other symbols may be included".

A formula of a tune exists necessarily means the universe observes it.

The tune is a spirit of the universe.

Be every musical tune a spirit of the universe?

"Only the tune with real formulas be a spirit of the universe."

UNIVERSE OBSERVES, RECOGNIZES MUSICAL TUNE AND LOVES REAL TUNES.