AUTOMATIC WRITING

On that high mountain is my cabin.
I have a dappled horse that likes to run solo.
My dog, a Saint Bernard, helps me with the housework.
A crystal clear stream runs through it end to end like an arrow.
It is my home and it was the home of my ancestors. A dream come true.
Misfortune knocks on my door and snatches away my belongings one by one over and over again, over and over again.
You may not know that my place is hidden at the end of an endless corridor.

AUTOMATIC WRITING IV

Your brain connects to the world of the senses. The sun is wonderful and the air is calm.
You get ready, decorate and jump out of bed for the hot coffee.
Then you begin to remember who you are out there on the street and the touch of a cloud makes the colors stagger.
You can't do anything if you've already done your best. The result is not important and the energy runs freely through your desires
perfuming with happiness all the misfortunes. Enjoying becomes a way of being.
The telephone rings. Bad news.
Reality dissipates between dreams of smoke.
Wake up every moment as if there is no tomorrow.

AUTOMATIC WRITING III

Everything is ready. The instruments run around the quadrilateral.
On one side a beautiful young and beautiful pianist woman.
In the other, a dry and wise old clavichorn.
The combat begins.
The young woman throws the piano keys marking the challenge and the rules.
The old man reluctantly shouts his experience.
They bite, scratch, scream and argue who should rule the world
Seeing such a bleak picture, I slowly walk away from the explosive gathering.

AUTOMATIC WRITING II

There is a beautiful trapeze artist woman. She is climbing the infinite staircase.

She grips the wood that the ropes grab.

Reflect, dismiss the thoughts and jump into the void.

They pick her up, shake her, make her go round and round, but there is always someone to pick her up.

The beautiful dancer is left alone coming and going, preparing the large number.

Silence becomes a rampage, and she, the queen, flies and flies and flies.

Like someone who returns from a trip, shoots the public a loving smile and 3 kisses.

AUTOMATIC WRITING I

When the human being decides to erase the borders between countries and believes more in people than in gods, money will disappear and we will understand everything, despite the fact that a million wars will have been as stupid as they were inevitable.
Until then, enjoy the views and good luck!!

AUTOMATIC WRITING

Raðulfr M.