“Before the war of 1914, I was accused of falling into ‘literature’. Today people call me a painter of fairy tales and fantasies.(…)I try to fill my canvases in some way with objects and figures treated as forms…sonorous forms like sounds…passionate forms designed to add a new dimension which neither the geometry of the Cubists nor the patches of the Impressionists can achieve. ”

Marc Chagall,

Holyoke College 1943

“I would like to go up to that bareback rider who has just reappeared, smiling; her dress, a bouquet of flowers. I would circle her with my flowered and unflowered years. On my knees, I would tell her wishes and dreams not of this world.

I would run after her horse to ask her how to live, how to escape from myself, from the world, whom to run to, where to go. ”

extras din Le Cirque 1967 

“we’re naked again
maybe all we need
is water and friends
shackles and chains”

“i wanna be just like you
i wanna feel right through you
i wanna see just with you
i wanna live
i wanna die you”

“i wanna fit inside you
i wanna room inside you
if money talks i wanna buy you
i wanna die
i wanna die
i wanna live you
i’m not scared of you
gave up on drugs
if i make it through
the jaws of love
jaws of love
you give”

And..yeah…Bush says it damn good, doesn’t it?

si mi-am mai amintit si de melodia care ii scrantea sentimentele lui Tudor, “Without you” de la Blink …da , era oki asa…am subestimat-o la mom respectiv, am zis ca are Mark o voce de strachina dar hai ca parca suna ceva…

Life is cruel and jolly seasons come spilling shiny crap in ur face; just a reminder..that in the end…all of us lay alone biting our skin off in the dark.

U keep on…listening ‘to the music of the traffic in the city’, staring goofy at shop windows, enjoy a red velevet corner when outside is dead cold, spill a tear, taste it with the tip of ur tongue..and then..once again..u know,,…u cannot happily be mistakin’..this is really,oh so dearly, ..the crappy you!

And oh so..i conclude(Bush again!):

” Cause I don’t wanna come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need”

Tis the season to be jolly!

Some ppl are like the wind….A door opens somewhere.. before you turn your head to see who it was, there’ s already no one there. You hear footsteps to your left, again you turn..nothing, thin air. You think u’ve had a dark vision rushing through your sight, you raise your head, try to look ahead…no, nothin’ there. Nothin much. Almost not a single thing. It’s just the rest of your thoughts making the air sweep left and right and ultimately rush out again..through the same door.

Catalin m-a taguit sa scriu despre ce imi doresc de la Mos Nicolae. Din pacate in infundatura asta de biblioteca ecoul virtual se pierde printre foi si..uite asa..a trecut Mos Nicolae.Nu, ..nu stiam ce vreau..si orikum nu am primit nimik. Dar poate si intarzierea asta face rost de o noua taguiala..hai mai bine sa vb de Santa..ca e mai popular decat Old Nick; e rosu cu alb, ca martishoru; e sanctificat de Coca-Cola..si,..ce mai incolo si-ncoace, e un VIP care fura mintea la mii de plozi.

Deci..am sa ii zik lui Cata si lumii intregi ce vreau de la Mos Craciun.

Vreau sa ajung cat mai repede acasa si sa dorm cel putin 10 din cele 15 ore cat dureaza drumul asta nenorocit cu trenul. Vreau sa ma astepte fratele meu la gara cu un prieten sau doi, sa ma duc acasa, sa imi imbratisez parintii si dupa, sa ma spritzuiesc la garsoniera lu frati’miu. Vreau sa ajung la 1 acasa si sa ma strecor in pat cu mama si sa adorm langa ea, pt ca ea e singura care stie cum sa ma tina in brate. Vreau sa fiu prima in picioare dimineata, sa ma duc la bucatarie si sa fac o cafea buna, cum i place lu taica-miu. Vreau sa vad cum se trezeste blocul si cum vecinii traverseaza strada in parcul Carol la 7 dimineata sa plimbe serii de potai. Vreau sa imi trezesc parintii si sa bem cafeaua in bucatarie, sa dschidem geamul din cauza fumului de tigara dupa juma de ora…

Vreau sa imi sun prietenele si sa merg in oras la cumparaturi ieftine. Vreau sa merg la Catalin si sa gatim asa cum i-am promis, makar de data asta.

Vreau sa ma duk sa dansez intr-un loc nou de la Unirii, ‘Pe Baricade’, care cica e mai tare ca Fire-ul, desi asta nu era greu de atins acum…

Vreau sa plec la Sinaia de Craciun si sa stau cuminte pe un scaun sorbind bauturi scumpe cu copiii prietenilor de familie; pt ca de Craciun, dar doar atunci..ni se da tot ce vrem..Glenfiddich, Remy Martin, Finlandia, si cate soiuri de vin se poate…sa curga frate spritzul, sa avem trei feluri de sarmale pe masa de la toate bucataresele si sa le aud certandu-se despre retele de cozonac..Doamne mi-e atat de dor de asta!

Doar atat vreau..sa vad toti oameni pe care ii iubesc, in locuri pe care deja le stiu, de 10 ani, chiar mai mult. Nu am nevoie de extravagantza…adu-mi Moshule doar toate lucrurile de langa care am plecat.