Showing posts with label timeless thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label timeless thoughts. Show all posts
6.10.11
25.9.11
21.9.11
24.8.11
sudden wisdom
this is what i saw written somewhere on the wall. 'hi. i don't care. thank you.' i liked it very much. 1) be polite. always. say hi to everyone who deserve it. 2) certain 'things' or personas don't have to be necessarily interesting for us. as the matter of fact: we do not care. 3) say thank you is just the nicest way to appreciate something or someone, or it's very clever formula to get rid of annoying stuff. i think i'll make a painting with this slogan and after i'll hang it on my wall. take care. i.
30.6.11
19.6.11
one and more days in a life
i'm busy. it's not an excuse of course, but i feel emotionally unavailable. my thoughts are constantly consumed by my hyper working brain, producing 24/7 stuff upon stuff. hehe... who's brain is not busy, you might say.
don't you feel sometimes like you're having perfect framed life, everything's going amazingly well and so ... you're making up more complicated stuff in your brain, because you're missing that fucking oppressed sensation. why? why? why? why we're made in this way???
one thing i'm sure about. well, sure is a strong expression, but anyway i'm pretty convinced, that i'm never going to figure out 'feelings' that unexpectedly come into your way. so fuck them. (if you can) and try to reach for a little piece of silence for your b r a i n. i.
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don't you feel sometimes like you're having perfect framed life, everything's going amazingly well and so ... you're making up more complicated stuff in your brain, because you're missing that fucking oppressed sensation. why? why? why? why we're made in this way???
one thing i'm sure about. well, sure is a strong expression, but anyway i'm pretty convinced, that i'm never going to figure out 'feelings' that unexpectedly come into your way. so fuck them. (if you can) and try to reach for a little piece of silence for your b r a i n. i.
5.6.11
welcome the sun
sometimes i wake up and i feel so bad and frustrated, because everything is wrong and nothing is as i wish.
then i go to my kitchen to have breakfast, have some cornflakes and a cup of coffee.
today is different. this morning suddenly i understood, that luckily or not, i can't decide everything: sometimes the sun comes into my window, marvellously, even if i don't expect it and finaly today i get it. the only thing i have to do, is welcome the sun that is in me and everyone of us! s.
then i go to my kitchen to have breakfast, have some cornflakes and a cup of coffee.
today is different. this morning suddenly i understood, that luckily or not, i can't decide everything: sometimes the sun comes into my window, marvellously, even if i don't expect it and finaly today i get it. the only thing i have to do, is welcome the sun that is in me and everyone of us! s.
1.6.11
31/05/1979 and a penny for your thoughts
i don't really understand life. or maybe it's just me being very complicated. i'd like to put this complicated unsolved 'me' somewhere far away and pretend to be a 'normal' person, everytime someone let me down, but then...
that complicated part of me makes everything appear more interesting and alive. people are strange, people do not care, people pretend every second of their lives, people don't see a beauty, people just want and want more, people making their lives flat and sad, faking friendship and love, their constanly afraid of themselves.
i'm fine, because i'm not afraid of my feelings whatever are they. i know what i feel in every second and i will never be afraid to tell.
i'm not complicated, i'm just thinking hard and that makes me complicated.
'i'm fucking crawling out of my skin.' sure.
i.
that complicated part of me makes everything appear more interesting and alive. people are strange, people do not care, people pretend every second of their lives, people don't see a beauty, people just want and want more, people making their lives flat and sad, faking friendship and love, their constanly afraid of themselves.
i'm fine, because i'm not afraid of my feelings whatever are they. i know what i feel in every second and i will never be afraid to tell.
i'm not complicated, i'm just thinking hard and that makes me complicated.
'i'm fucking crawling out of my skin.' sure.
i.
27.5.11
6.5.11
get drunk (charles baudelaire)
Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"
i.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"
i.
29.4.11
breathing light
this is my mom's garden, i hope you can feel what i feel. i.
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27.3.11
elizabeth
*there's no need to present neither explain. just a little sad timeless thought* i.
let's take this as an inspiration and a little tribute to elizabeth
25.3.11
paris paris paris again
if you go to paris you have to visit one of the most chic stores in town. i don’t speak about a concept store nor about ultra trendy shop, i speak about ‘la maison deyrolle’ which since 1831 takes care of zoology, botanic, minerals. takes care about the beauty.
http://www.deyrolle.com/magazine/
Because the nature is beauty. to study nature, help us to understand how this reality is perfect. there it a lot to discover and learn about this beauty, which does not belong to a humans.
You will be amazed just like when you were kids and ran through the museum of natural sciences. you’ll remain open-mouthed. it’s a pure beauty. s.
22.3.11
what are words worth?
Words can make you pay and pay
Four-letter words I cannot say
Panty, toilet, dirty devil
Words are trouble, words are subtle
Words of anger, words of hate
Words over here, words out there
In the air and everywhere
Words of wisdom, words of strife
Words that write the book I like
Words won’t find no right solution
To the planet earth’s pollution
Say the right word, make a million
Words are like a certain person
Who can’t say what they mean
Don’t mean what they say. (chicks on speed) i.
Four-letter words I cannot say
Panty, toilet, dirty devil
Words are trouble, words are subtle
Words of anger, words of hate
Words over here, words out there
In the air and everywhere
Words of wisdom, words of strife
Words that write the book I like
Words won’t find no right solution
To the planet earth’s pollution
Say the right word, make a million
Words are like a certain person
Who can’t say what they mean
Don’t mean what they say. (chicks on speed) i.
21.3.11
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