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un ceai foarte bun de sfarsitul lumii..

Bancha (番茶), a japanese green tea, harvested from the second flush of sencha between summer and autumn (the first flush is harvested for shincha.)..   ..a cup at the end of the world.. and the hobbit or maybe the cloud atlas but definitely samsara, liquid sky and frankenweenie.. the event must be an alien intrusion into a personal tea ceremony, a personal illusion of mind over ages, of time clouding space (history), of you and me in the stillness of all earths without us.. a game that eludes rules, story lines, artefacts and magical weaponery or mystical spells in the museum of facts.. facts as holding/emptying the cups and binding/ending the words and worlds.. ..some kind of engagement ..as in the question famously asked in 1974 by Thomas Nagelit: what it was like to be a bat? The point about conscious experience is that there is something . It is like.. to see x, or hear y, or feel z. how about that in the contest of a top chef.. at 21 12 2012 ?

cloth and honey

gandurile pareau sa descrie intamplarea cel mai bine.. gandurile cu tine. asteptau la orice colt, in pielea oricarei umbre, ascutind grafitul in cuvinte uitate, inca nespuse.. cautau uscat, cautau aripi, cautau buzele tale in saruturile din amintiri pastrate in piatra, in os, in timpul prins in mrejele marii lactee.. parea invins, dintre titani ultima cheie, frant in unghiul trimis adanc in pieptul diminetii, umila instantei puterii, ratiunii, tacerii lege inchegata in multe culori.. in toate culorile cunoscute, parea.. invins, invinsa.. pareai tu, la capatul universului si eu pierdut nu mai cunosteam nimic.. doar gandurile tale adunau timp si incercam fiecare secunda, secundei ce eram..

magic in a box..

the world revolves around the money.. how about that as a statement? trebuie sa fie asa, nu ar putea fi altfel.. e singurul gand sanatos, riguros, clasic, matematic si poate la fel de efemer precum orice alternativa la care m.as putea gandi.. ce ar putea fi spus dupa asta.. visele? isi gasesc locul, potrivit intru.catva, se pot inalta sus, pana in limita oricarui varf cucerit sau potential.. pot fi in the head of an educated person or in that of an ignorant one, pot fi mai frumoase sau mai putin purtate prin nori si ascunse ori nu, pot fi.. gandurile si ele pot fi erudite, bizare, indraznete, auguste, cuceritoare, eterne.. si pot fi simple, bizare, tematoare sau calculate instinctual, poti scrie cu ele vieti, viata ori goli de sens si inchide tristeti prin cuvinte.. mereu. ... poate fi un fel de chip, un fel de magic in a box, facuta in cea mai mare parte din intamplare ori in cea mai mare parte din destin insa cu siguranta, 100 percent sure, not of money and for that reaon alone

se face tot mai intuneric in oras

"art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life" but we were dust so the rain is our god and the time must be a religion .. (we) i don`t trust any (ever)more.. orasul pierdut in lumini palide, amare, in sunete discrete si doar cand si cand ascutite, de nicaieri, de nedescris.. pierdut in umbre sfasiate prin unghiuri largi si paianjeni tangenti in voalul tern al selenei, uzata balerina intr.un basm sau intr.un vis, ca niste tuse cautate indelung de o mana slabita sau obosita, blazata ori ranita, orasul.. orasul tace. strazile, aleile, pasii, sunt totuna.. pot fi legaturile cu lumina, sunetele, viata din zi.. pot fi sforile cautarii in labirint.. pot fi pesti, pot fi burti, pot fi ingeri si cazuti.. pot fi si nu. cautarea insa.. ochii inchisi.. sunt noapte in noapte, nu pot fi soare, nu pot fi zi.. s-au aprins luminile in oras, colorate soapte, stele simple in cale`atat de lunga.. Seara aprinde luminile in oras, Dimineata le stinge.. bizara cale lactee, biz

yesterdays..

i created puzzles, games of ideas and thoughts, drops of light and shadows, pieces of soul, emptiness and desires.. instead of paying the one way ticket, my love here i feel so lonely without you for as long as it last the beat of my heart i will solve the minute and the time, again and again