понедельник, 30 апреля 2012 г.

something to remember

Yesterday was really hot by all means! I had a lovely day with Nicholas to say 'not goodbye' and really amazing night-out with Polly. It reminded me last summer with a lot of fun, poems, love affairs, friends and dreams. When did it all wind up? And how can we enjoy every moment with people who make us feel alive? No, i can't get used to real life, in which people can go and nights can just end.

вторник, 17 апреля 2012 г.

so mainstream)

The girl whom I loved the most left me. At ten I cut my finger in a flour mill. At six I broke my nose getting hit by a car. At fifteen I skinned my hip and -elbow falling off a moped, I had decided to defy the street, riding with no hands, looking backward. I broke my thumb skiing, after flying ten meters and landing on my head, I got up and saw, as in a cartoon, circles of birthday candles turning in the air and then I fainted. I have not made love to the wife of a friend. I do not love the sound of a family on the train. I am uneasy in rooms with small windows. Sometimes I realize that what I’m in the middle of saying is boring, so I just stop talking. Art that unfolds over time gives me less pleasure than art that stops it. Even if it is an odd sort of present, I thank my father and mother for having given me life.