Tuesday, September 25, 2007

circussy atmosphere

They say everything can be replaced.
They say things are actually changing.
That's natural.
The only thing that doesnt submit
to this rule of ever-changing is "change" itself, they argued.
Maybe there's some truth in it.
Or maybe that was just a term they say
that could create problems for somebody,
especially if someone just wants to keep things simple.

And to make it sounds milder and more neutral,
they added that it may takes some time
to chew this kind of logic before you can swallow it like a pill.

Yet in fact the only pill I'd care to think about
in this circussy atmosphere of the holy fast
is a pill with high dose of vitamin C.

If I said anything else I'd be a liar.

Monday, September 17, 2007

fasting day

A perfect time to sleep till midday. No guilty feeling. Just relax. Close both eyes and see nothing but sceneries from your secret life. Prepare to go to far without taking any lugage. Leave your bags here. That's right, that's it. Just take a deep breath and exhale it slowly. And then when the music's over, turn off the light.

Say a little prayer and let there be some conversations come from within the minds or just from elsewhere.

That was it. A simplified weekend day in a Ramadan month.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

because of a few cats

--> what's up??
I'm a nice cat... my father is an ice monkey my mom a real blackmarket kitty....
haahaha! yea right!<---

Sunday, September 02, 2007

one last time, leonard

Giving myself a lot of time listening to tracks from the albums of Leonard and Mike, I was like taken back to the solitude of the lakes and the forests I once visited in the northern part of Europe. The chill and the tranquility were real.

I believe everybody has that kind of place, where they wish to visit more often if they could. A room, a garden, a seat in a music concert, a cafe, a street or just a bathroom. The place that provides you with inspirations, as if while being there, you are somehow taken closer to yourself.
To me, that experience of listening a certain kind of musics works quite well for provoking new ideas. Just some thoughts coming after listening to one song, a simple tune called "Hey that's no way to say goodbye". The song goes this way and that way, yet I think the point of what the singer tried to say was that he was not looking for another as he wander in his time. It's just the way things are changing, like the shoreline and the sea. "But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow. Hey, that's no way to say goodbye..."
Sing more, Leonard.