Monday, February 25, 2008

just like heaven



am vazut un robert smith putin mai batran si mai gras decat il stiam din gand. si care a cantat mai multe piese decat credeam ca are. voce inconfundabila. public misto. locatie foarte tare.


















mariahilfestrasse



cum sa explic viena? am ramas cu o parere foarte vaga. am stat acolo doua zile. nu tin minte decat mariahilfestrasse, care era strada cu multe h&m-uri unde mi-am petrecut toata ziua intai. si centrul vechi al orasului, pe care l-am vazut in noaptea care a urmat.

pe de o parte, strazi cu prea multi oameni, prea multe magazine si prea multe reclame. si mult prea multi romani. pe de alta parte, bulevarde pietonale enorme, spatioase, cu trasuri cu cai albi si vizitii cu parul lung strans in coada, ca pe vremea lui mozart. n-am reusit sa imi formez o parere unitara.

am mers doua zile incontinuu si am ajuns acasa schipatand. the cure au cantat frumos si lung, mult prea lung. ceva concizie le-ar fi buna din cand in cand. in rest, as reveni si as ramane.
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

black











paris

m-am uitat in sfarsit la two days in paris. primul gand a fost regretul ca, pe langa toate impresiile care mi-au fost impartasite cu mine despre film, nimeni nu imi spusese un lucru esential: ca la filmul asta nu te uiti singur. al doilea regret a fost ca, la 3 dimineata, cand mai aveam o jumtatae de ora din film, am clacat si m-am culcat. am terminat filmul de dimineata, cu cafeaua in fata, cand m-a lovit fix in moalele capului pasajul pe care il si stiam de fapt de cateva zile de aici.

"it always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. it hurts so much. when i feel someone is going to leave me, i have a tendency to break up first before i get to hear the whole thing.
here it is. one more, one less. another wasted love story. i really loved this one. when i think that it's over, that i'll never see him again like this... well yes, i'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely.
almost.
always the same for me. break up, break down. drunk up, fool around. meet one guy, then another, fuck around. forget the one and only. then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well".

so .. this is us.

"there's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. and even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. and even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses".


Thursday, February 14, 2008

miles to go, before you sleep

in acest post este vorba despre filmul death proof / q. tarantino. unul dintre cele mai tari filme din ultimele saptamani. am doua optiuni: sa cred ca e chiar un film foarte bun sau sa recunosc ca n-am mai vazut prea multe filme in ultima vreme.. cam trei dintre piesele de pe coloana sonora o sa se repete obsesiv la mine in player multe zile de acum inainte :)



(april march - chick habbit)







"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
And I have promises to keep.
Miles to go before I sleep.

Did you hear me, Butterfly?
Miles to go,
before you sleep".


Sunday, February 10, 2008

Friday, February 08, 2008

it's not that red



HAD we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side

Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.

My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:

The grave 's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.

Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

(Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress)

let's start over

reconstruction e un film danez care intoarce pe dos toate cliseele de pana acum. el nu se indragosteste de ea, nu incepe sa o iubeasca, nu incepe sa uite etc etc. lucrurile nu se mai intampla in ordinea fireasca. el o iubeste din toate timpurile, este singura femeie care il mai recunoaste, tot trecutul lui ii este de fapt viitor. de fapt filmul ar putea avea multe interpretari. nici nu mai conteaza ce inseamna. conteaza atmosfera pe care o lasa in urma.

"That's how it always ends. A bit of magic, a bit of smoke. Something floating.

But it doesn't work without the necessary push. A bit of laughter, a man... a beautiful woman and love. Let's start over. At the beginning,it was man alone.

No, he's not alone. Yet".



Wednesday, February 06, 2008

mi-e frica:


de felul in care starile mele de bine sau de rau nu mai depind de mine
de oamenii seriosi
de mine cand nu ma pot opri
de sfertul de secol
de iris&cargo
de oamenii pe care ii iubesc prea mult timp
de foile albe de hartie

Friday, February 01, 2008

slipping away



(moby - slipping away)










"Focus on everything better today
All that I needed I never could say

Hold on to people they're slipping away

Hold on to this while it's slipping away"