it's spring

cover my heart with something (a quilt but rather with your heart fling....)

iretroversiune brutala si inexacta dintr-o poezie (se stie care) .

i'd rather dance with you, than talk to you....dump this fat cat mood and stop acting like garfield in the red meadows of lasagna sauce (which, by the way, is the best way to have a non-fast-food meal that is still fast and good enough).

and here's a pretty good reason to do so


Iron & Wine Passing Afternoon



There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms

There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from the piles of fallen leaves

There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds

There are things we can't recall, Blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned

There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone

Underwear

Pulp- F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

The room is cold and has been like this for several months.

If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down,

right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down the dressing table.

And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape:-

the same events shuffled in a slightly different order each day.

Just like a modern shopping centre.


And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold.

What...is...this... feeling called love?

Why me?

Why you?

Why here?

Why now?


It doesn't make no sense. No.

It's not convenient. No.

It doesn't fit my plans. No.

It's something I don't understand. Oh.

(F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A double L.E.D.L.O.V.E.
What is this thing that is happening to me?)


And as I stand and cross the room

I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment.

And as I touch your shoulder tonight

this room has become the centre of the entire universe.

So what do I do?

I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach

like I'm standing on the top of a very high building.

Oh yeah, all the stuff they tell you about in the movies,

but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses - it's dirtier than that,

like some small animal that only comes out at night.

And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly

and they make me have to sit down and catch my breath.



And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold. Oh.

What...is...this... feeling called love?

Why me?

Why you?

Why here?

And why now?

Oh it doesn't make no sense. No.

It's not convenient. No.

It doesn't fit my plans but I got that taste in my mouth again.


(F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A. double L.E.D.L.O.V.E.

What is this thing that is happening to me?)

Si confuzismele uzuale. Usor introdusa intr-o depresiune potential toxica... am scris in sfarsit o chestie mishto, cum sunt doar chestiile vag monstruoase care ies din contactul creion-hartie. dar mi-e lene s-o transcriu. "Laziest Girl in Town", that's so right for me. Pana una alta...cantecul dragut de mai sus aflat pe repeat forever in playlistul meu zace pe-acisilea, laolalta cu starea de vale-deal-vale-deal in care sunt (iar eu imi traduc starile in frongleza si in sunete radiohead-iste, pulp-iste sau jazz-iste de orice fel.mai recent, shoegaze-iste, dar mai am de analizat putin teritoriul, sa nu ma atace My Bloody Valentine pe nepregatite si sa ma muste de picior si sa nu mai dau pe la dragutul stabiliment vino-tequilo-fire-si-tevi-care-ies-din-pereti vianist).

poza de mai sus am pescuit-o de pe-aci....si nu dati cu mine de pamant, imi trebuia ceva frumos si la obiect.

Param pam pam!

Sau cum ar zice nea Bill Evans cu fantasticoidul lui trio: "Waltz for Debby, Debby Waltz! Right now!". Asa ca am luat pianul in brate pana cand am pipait mierlele pe clape (una dintre ele manca gunoiul de langa cadrul pozei...) intr-o succesiune de acorduri care se vor "Waltz for Debby"....in fine, acum imi dau seama ca avea logica disparitia subita a oricarei fiinte vii din imprejurimi, mai putin a pestoaicei din acvariu care nu avea unde sa fuga altundeva decat in lemnisorul scobit "right on the bottom of her world". Pestoaica mai nou are un nume....ea si l-a ales, a dat din coada mai repede cand auditiona Roisin Murphy si-acum in buletinul ei sta scris "Ramalama"...another weird fishee on the block!

In alta ordine de idei...bursucii se pot enerva oricand pe mine ca le-am furat expresia, am servit Capote pe tava, ca mostra de vampirism relativ si cu o doza extreeeem de vaga de morala infipta aproape de "The End". Righteous Oscar for the guy, but the tiny little creepy death-bed voice gave me nightmares.

Quoter-master: "Perry, I know what exacerbate means. There is not a word or a sentence or a concept that you can illuminate for me."

Clockwork tin soldiers and a nudnik headache converge in a peartree

Inceput prost si probleme la finis, dar ce vrei, drag norisor roz de frisca ce-i patezi imaginar rochia decorata rocksy a unei ilustre regine?
Si tocmai cand ma ascundeam intr-un cort alburiu de zapada cu febra ce-o posed de-o saptamana, fara palaria si cerceii pierduti de mult prin salile versaillesti, imi zice soldatelul de la usa ca nu se termina bine. Si de ce ar face-o? imi zic eu animata de simtul ciocolatei calde cu scortisoara. Poate pentru ca unii se uita la plecarea capului spre simbolica ghilotina fara sa-si aminteasca fraze fatidice continand cozonaci, iar eu ma gandesc doar la un cutit ascutit ce aluneca distrugand un peisaj de Turner. Dar daca ne jucam cu un catelus de plus, ca de obicei, portelanurile de Sevres ce adapostesc, surpriza! lapte, intr-o casa de tara stilizata pe placul aceleiasi regine, sunt tenisii discret pititi printre pantofi de secol 18.
In contrapunct, pe-acasa sunt vreo cateva maimute ce fac ravagii cu un virusel sinistru si o bucla temporala cu hibe filozofice...care binevoieste sa se inchida la timp ca eu sa dorm

Hold eet there don't move an inch!!!! part1

Pom1 fixat in suport (cu apa). Plimbat 1 km pana la pom2 sa-i verific starea de sanatate si sa mut globurile de pe urechile mele pe el. Var de 8 ani care crede in mos craciun dus la patinoar (de altcineva decat pseudobiscuita, ca eu am avut anul asta grad de sef-de-brad-major). Iresponsabilitatea mea extinsa la nivelul coarnelor de beteala rosie aplicate pe oglinzi si o calduroasa soseta atarnata de monitor, in care s-a bagat un soarec mic si speriat. Gustat cozonacii avant-la-lettre. Siiiiiiiiii.....cum am promis, azi am spart nuci si nu dovleci.
Merry X-mas-uri si mass-uri de complezenta plicticoase, parcurse total anti-frenetic....pana la cele 2 care mi-au dus atentia pe coclaurile verzi ale aberatiilor:
"Cine stieeeeeee sa faca sarmaleeeeee?"
"OOOO brad frumos smashed pumpkin de scoala noua cu cap de anti-radio ce esti!!"
si acum sunt mai bine inserata in peisaj cu racul rosu de plus primit, care vorbeste cu mine in somn si ma roaga sa nu-l las pe regele soarecilor de pe birou sa-l manance.....dar cartea deja e fixata bine cu scotch de tavanul creierasului meu si.....There was more than one lobster in the nativity play!?! Yes!! deci drosselmeyer nu e racul (hmmmm...homarul) meu care nici macar sa sparga nuci nu poate... (dar poate sa-mi atarne prins intre 2 nasturi de la camasa si sa para ca e personajul principal in Alien: The Enth Ressurection)
But i'm simply happy....and take the photo now!!

You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry
You'd better not pout i'm telling you why


'coz it's finally Christmassy :D

Immerse your soul in....hmmm...Christmas?

cu ghilimelele de rigoare aplicate primelor 3 cuvinte din titlu si precizarea courtesy of the obsessing "street spirit(fade out)" mai putin in momentele in care este vorba despre deprimantii ochi de margica ai mortii....de altfel immerse your soul in love aduce a bula de aer de 21 de grame bagata cu forta in ulei...yucks....

si cu aceste ghilimele si precizari (nu k ar fi inteles altcineva decat mine ceva)

purced la subiect

as fi vrut sa fie un non-subiect, dar am senzatia de fluturasi in stomac si gust anticipativ de turta-dulce in gura... de vreo luna, dar acum a crescut mare si m-a inundat (m-am imersat in ceea ce se cheama christmas spirit si nu e uleios deloc). bineinteles, viitura va lua toate casele semi-rezistentei mele la spargatorul de nuci al lui ceaikovski (si-al lui hoffman, k tot veni vorba). maine, adica azi, in loc de radiohead si pumpkinsi si the cure de lullaby.... the knife si aphex twin k sa-mi intru in ritm de somn :D. (NU! alteregopseudobiscuitic1 protesteaza fata de egoulpseudobiscuiticcuapucaturidebiledealternative&indie&stuff si se va delecta cu the aforementioned nutcracker..........)

si inchei ziua pre-ajunista:D intr-un mod aproape perfect:

i know you better than you fake it
to see that i don't even care to shake these zipper blues


shakedown 1979------>1979-------->La Spart Dovleci (cu lumea. care lume? cum care? care cu boi, kid'sees)

what a lovely nonsense!

este ceea ce pare ca nu este. de fapt coloram un patrat in rosu si acum foaia arata mult mai bine. testam putina muzica fara sunete si silent shouts k sa vad strict cum ma zgarie usor in urechi. partea proasta e ca n-am prevazut si k se poate crea dependenta.....bun, inca un soi de ocupatie tempofaga. paraciocolata isi cere drepturile, vrea sa manance si ea, ca deh! totul e o chestiune de dieta la urma urmei, si de albastra si absurda ce e mi-a mancat posturile. (i'm a tiny beginner in the pseudobiscuit question)
sinestezie metamorfica!

are you such a dreamer
to put the world to rights?
i try to sing along
i get it all wrong

ezeeepeezeeepeezeeezeeepeezee
(ah! diddums.)