Showing posts with label cracked polystyrene man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cracked polystyrene man. Show all posts

Friday, January 10, 2014

ce se poate întâmpla



„numai pentru că trăim cufundați în noi înșine nu ne dăm seama că ceea ce ni se întâmplă lasă intact, în fiecare moment, ceea ce ni se poate întâmpla”.

saramago - toate numele

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Friday, July 24, 2009

for the moment, i hang suspended



"all the doors were closed
and all the windows were down, and it was in the middle of the desert-not
even vultures-and they were about to drop the Bomb"

Monday, July 06, 2009

quitter




it was love at first sight
when I talked to her
it was the beginning of a real good time
all I knew was her
and when I came around
love had lingered on my mind

she said on the telephone
she wished me well.
so alive with a spell
until I hung up early
I've realized
I've been dead for so long

all my memories of her
like a fading light I suffer
thinking of our love for so long
back in the early days
I saw a lot of her
she was the coolest girl in town

and when I saw her standing there
everything was all right
I took a journey in my mind
and as I saw her beauty
she was so kind
that was a good time

everyday we met it was wild
I felt like a child
I loved to see her smile
and as I played piano
I was so inspired
I always had a real good time

and when last we met
I just can't forget
I took for sure I love her bad
I just can't ignore
her loving response
I always knew she'd be all right

she made me think I was okay
and the love seemed so real
I still got feelings for her
and when I'm on tour
singing about her forever
I'll remember blessings
and the good times we had

I really tried to play the game of love
and I hate to loose
maybe I can win somehow
and so I'll dream of her
for a thousand years
until I see another girl

that's the way it always was
that's the way it always was
that's the way it always was

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

don’t be sad, I know you will,

Am aflat abia ieri ca exista, iar azi am ascultat doar piesa asta. Probabil pentru ca personajul este, de data asta, mai frumos decat muzica pe care o face. Nu stie sa cante, dar nu prea are de ales, pentru ca are prea multe de spus.
Exista un documentar despre el, se numeste The Devil and Daniel Johnston. E genul de film care iti arata, in 2 ore, cum creste si se defineste, si apoi cum imbatraneste un om, fara sa gaseasca niciodata ce cauta. Cel putin mie asta mi-a aratat. Probabil filmul vroia sa spuna altceva.




(Daniel Johnston - True Love Will Find You in the End)

Thursday, May 07, 2009

unfortunate niceties

 I always prefer to believe the best of everybody. It saves so much trouble.
Rudyard Kipling
 When someone loves you, the
way they say your name is different. 
You just know that your name is safe 
in their mouth. 
(via bitchville) (via champagne-kisses)

Wait, they don’t love you like I love you.

(via telhia)


 I wasted all your precious time.
I wasted it all on you.
from “Perfect Depth” by Pavement

I hate us sometimes. We're so shit.

enamors:

(via cutewithoutthee)
 Sometimes I feel pain that isn’t mine to feel.. (via telhia)




I need to stop falling in love with people that don't exist.

enamors:

suzywireyourwrite


 Remember, remember. This is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
Sylvia Plath (via impeccableblahs)

 Basically my wife was immature. I’d be at home in the bath and she’d come in and sink my boats.
Woody Allen

I am everything you despise.


 I don’t know. I mean - you can be with someone and still be alone.
Martin Amis,  Money

 Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.
Charles Bukowski


 It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live so that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
all this came from:  flautapantera.tumblr.com. i liked it. 

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

it was the best of times

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way (...)


Charles Dickens - A Tale of Two Cities de aici

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

happy to treat you like a brother

 

 

i was walking on feet just like my fathers and my knees were trying to reach you at
your mothers cause my nose was screaming that you smelled like a lover but my hands
were happy to treat you like a brother then

we do the dance up on the plains
then i shake your shoulders
you push me down into the grains
who rubs our noses in the night? we do we do

pow pow now now pow pow now now

ive been into the plants and simple treasures
and i sew patches on pants and i get pleasure
and i dont make particular plans cause they dont matter
if you keep on foolin in bed with my sleeping patterns

we do the dance up on the plains
then i shake your shoulders
you push me down into the grains
who rubs our noses in the night? we do we do

Whats with all the changes since the time i was aware its like the apple eating people that we once were arent there
Did they empty out their pockets and debase their younger faces and you must make sure your happy when you leave your summer places
pretty little femur sitting in my cherry dream boat id be sad if your rejected from my hip bone and my knee if i sailed away from continents and touched my lovers hair then youd be very happy if i touched her there

Youd be very happy if i touched her there, i was very nervous how i felt in there i was very cautious whatd you say hey there
would you like to see me often though you dont need to see me often
cause id like to see you often though i dont need to see you often

we do the dance up on the plains
then i shake your shoulders
you push me down into the grains
who rubs our noses in the night? we do we do