And the animal lives in the forest; the fairy lives in the forest ; both of them are members of the grand nature, and nice birds make love to the fairies warmly; maybe.Monday, 14 July 2008
Állatündér
And the animal lives in the forest; the fairy lives in the forest ; both of them are members of the grand nature, and nice birds make love to the fairies warmly; maybe.
Idő. /Base/
( Előfordulhat, hogy valaki rajzol a kezemmel.)/It might happen that someone is drawing with my hand./
Test
I felt my body, what is not an exception; I almost always feel it because of fearing; I always keep it under surveillance whether it's all right.I was floating loose, not so that I let it happen to become a cool mother, but others did it to me;
because they were sure that nothing wrong can happen to me.
ella ale
ha találkozunk valami jóval.neked - a fénynek kell adnunk.örvedek.this kind of things.és akkor mi van.a te vágyaddal - 10 másodperc.amíg itt nincs az idő.cannot be forced.ígérd meg, hogy visszajössz - én annyira sajnálom, szomorú.oly rég volt.sajnálom.hogy elengedjük.kicsi.szia
Saturday, 9 February 2008
Wednesday, 2 January 2008
[2:55:48] Nikita.Vagabond: repeat. i could not hear
listen myself
[3:14:20] Nikita.Vagabond: seriously, honestly, 100 percent
[3:14:46] Nikita.Vagabond: ?
[3:15:05] Nikita.Vagabond: do you mean i should be the same for everybody?
[3:16:34] Nikita.Vagabond: but this is my normal self
[3:16:40] Nikita.Vagabond: i mean in gravina
[3:16:47] Nikita.Vagabond: i was
[3:17:18] Nikita.Vagabond: this is the question
[3:18:04] Nikita.Vagabond: i used to be like that, like in gravina all in my life
[3:18:13] Nikita.Vagabond: but since 1 year i cannot be
[3:18:26] Nikita.Vagabond: i got frozen
[3:18:47] Nikita.Vagabond: that was the only time in gravina that i could go back to my normal perosnality
[3:18:58] Nikita.Vagabond: oh, easy
[3:14:20] Nikita.Vagabond: seriously, honestly, 100 percent
[3:14:46] Nikita.Vagabond: ?
[3:15:05] Nikita.Vagabond: do you mean i should be the same for everybody?
[3:16:34] Nikita.Vagabond: but this is my normal self
[3:16:40] Nikita.Vagabond: i mean in gravina
[3:16:47] Nikita.Vagabond: i was
[3:17:18] Nikita.Vagabond: this is the question
[3:18:04] Nikita.Vagabond: i used to be like that, like in gravina all in my life
[3:18:13] Nikita.Vagabond: but since 1 year i cannot be
[3:18:26] Nikita.Vagabond: i got frozen
[3:18:47] Nikita.Vagabond: that was the only time in gravina that i could go back to my normal perosnality
[3:18:58] Nikita.Vagabond: oh, easy
Tuesday, 1 January 2008
how
to warm up things without fire and microwave?
to stop things without brake and traffic light?
to restart without gas and alt-ctrl-del?
to stop things without brake and traffic light?
to restart without gas and alt-ctrl-del?
Tuesday, 25 December 2007
www.shikozna.blog.bg
“I had to paint it a long time ago.”
Music, which make you silent or sad and forget who you are and where you are.
Speech of people, wind’s whisper, woll,s song, mixed together. No, it is not romantic, it is peace and sympathy. Peace in you, with you and the rest of the world. To reach unreachеable.
And this girl, next to me. Or woman. No, she is not so grow up to be a woman, although she seems as an adult and she got trough many tears and pain.
With the most unbelievable blue eyes. Like the sea, in front of us.
Yes, I know that is so banality, sweet description, but the blue eyes always make me scared ,so I could not exaggerate it.
With boy’s way of walking and hair style, which make her wired charming and lady-like even. With big, male’s ,but beautiful hands. Too shy to admit what she wants and determined to get it. Loving to the others and indifferent to her own. Pessimist to her own future, but incredible optimist for the others dreams. With pale cheeks ,as two apples, started to be red under the sun. No make up, except if you can call “the sun-spots” make up.
And again I should admit that “the sun spots” are frequently used sweet description, but she has a lot sun spotsJThis is it! Almost as “PIPI LONG SOCKS(of Astrid Linger-do you remember that story)
And how she fall in love with that painting in that small antique shop, like she saw a ghost. She found it among a hundred paintings. She looked at all of them and just found it .It seemed that she knew what was looking for and the painting knew that it should be found by that girl.
WHY?
Naked girl, lying on the wooden floor, in a shape of a baby in the mother’s womb. Like she didn’t want to be born. You cannot see the face, because of the hand’s shadow ,but the floor it seems wet by the tears. The skin is transparent pale and you are afraid do not see the skeleton of the body. The whole figure radiates scare calmness and desired helplessness. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t need compassion. Only her hair is straggly lying on the floor in different directions.
The background in the room you can not define it. Like everything around the girl is careless dinged by the water colors and then carefully tided up. Only she is lying so perfect.
I can not took her away of the small shop . She predisposed herself to go behind the painting. To get into the water colors ,to get to the naked body, to be the blood in the veins ,the heart beаts, to be the thoughts in her mind.
She wanted the painting so much, to be her own forever. To save the girl, or herself?!
……………………..
We went back on the next day, but the small antique shop was closed.
……………………………………
Our bus was going 10 minutes later.
…………………………………….
I couldn’t give her the panting.
…………………………
I gave her only the memory of it.
Vania
Music, which make you silent or sad and forget who you are and where you are.
Speech of people, wind’s whisper, woll,s song, mixed together. No, it is not romantic, it is peace and sympathy. Peace in you, with you and the rest of the world. To reach unreachеable.
And this girl, next to me. Or woman. No, she is not so grow up to be a woman, although she seems as an adult and she got trough many tears and pain.
With the most unbelievable blue eyes. Like the sea, in front of us.
Yes, I know that is so banality, sweet description, but the blue eyes always make me scared ,so I could not exaggerate it.
With boy’s way of walking and hair style, which make her wired charming and lady-like even. With big, male’s ,but beautiful hands. Too shy to admit what she wants and determined to get it. Loving to the others and indifferent to her own. Pessimist to her own future, but incredible optimist for the others dreams. With pale cheeks ,as two apples, started to be red under the sun. No make up, except if you can call “the sun-spots” make up.
And again I should admit that “the sun spots” are frequently used sweet description, but she has a lot sun spotsJThis is it! Almost as “PIPI LONG SOCKS(of Astrid Linger-do you remember that story)
And how she fall in love with that painting in that small antique shop, like she saw a ghost. She found it among a hundred paintings. She looked at all of them and just found it .It seemed that she knew what was looking for and the painting knew that it should be found by that girl.
WHY?
Naked girl, lying on the wooden floor, in a shape of a baby in the mother’s womb. Like she didn’t want to be born. You cannot see the face, because of the hand’s shadow ,but the floor it seems wet by the tears. The skin is transparent pale and you are afraid do not see the skeleton of the body. The whole figure radiates scare calmness and desired helplessness. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t need compassion. Only her hair is straggly lying on the floor in different directions.
The background in the room you can not define it. Like everything around the girl is careless dinged by the water colors and then carefully tided up. Only she is lying so perfect.
I can not took her away of the small shop . She predisposed herself to go behind the painting. To get into the water colors ,to get to the naked body, to be the blood in the veins ,the heart beаts, to be the thoughts in her mind.
She wanted the painting so much, to be her own forever. To save the girl, or herself?!
……………………..
We went back on the next day, but the small antique shop was closed.
……………………………………
Our bus was going 10 minutes later.
…………………………………….
I couldn’t give her the panting.
…………………………
I gave her only the memory of it.
Vania
Thursday, 4 October 2007
"Something else happened, too,"she said. "I think I know who I am now.I am a sort of princess."This was a lightning promotion, one which took even Madelene bysurprise and for a brief moment she threatened to metamorphose from abird into a balloon."It's got nothing to be royal," she said. "It has something to do withbeing chosen for something important."The ape moved a few paces away from her and straddled a low parapet."Bowel movement," it said in explanation.It defecated with the horse-dropping weight of the vegetarian, like anearthquake in a compost heap. Then it was by her side once more, put its arm around her, took a few rapidly accelerating strides and leapt into the night.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
