living within

never doubt how characters live by themselves in their own fairytale. via bookstorecouture

Bach created the Chaconne

The desire to be perfect will be accompanied by the desire of understanding of what perfection is. Sau poate ca daca as parcurge mai multe pagini din John Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding as explora mai multe dimensiuni ale unei intrebari relativ simbolice pentru ceea ce vad si percep intr-un orizont limitat de subiectiv. Opiniile nu vor ajunge la scara cunostintelor dar influenteaza definitoriu ceea ce intrevad ca propria mea realitate. Si atunci, reperele as prefera sa le fixez eu decat sa le urmez pe cele deja marcate de o caravana a timpului.

And the ocean grew from a sunflower seed

"Standing before it, we look out over an immeasurable, fathomless grey sea.
But the moment when you step on it, your relationship to what lies beneath your feet changes. Each crunching footstep merely displaces a thin layer at the top of the pile. Our weight leaves no impression on the millions and millions of seeds beneath our feet."

Rapunzel II

And then sometimes, while walking, my chest hurts and I almost stumble over my right foot while the piano merges with the violins. That’s when I don’t see so much more the people around wandering to their usual businesses which I found so non-amusing. I see much more. Characters and long haired heroes, stories that cross out the universe, smiles that pierce into your soul or long staring eyes, fierce landscapes crashing the urban sites, moving scenery to dream feverishly. You’d wish to sketch out on the second or scream “photo moment” with the same impulse but not same posture as a painter, to capture and preserve them, like the most precious gifts.
Might be as you are always on the run to capture time. Win or lose, take a bet, black or white, where’s the jackpot, always trying to defeat time, tell him “Look, I know now, in this very moment where I am, and I will keep that forever, nothing will change, it will be like this forever”. Then you smile, or time is frozen, who can tell.
Everything is right in front of my eyes, a fairy tale world created by my mind – this if one can truthfully say that he’s the master of his world mind, might be you the alchemist keeping in secret his golden dust the one to clearly say it. Sometimes I see what mind soundtrack enables me with some emotion dust to design on the spot, on the rock. Then, with a shiver, one just crosses the street.

Rapunzel I

Sometimes when I’m walking through the streets with an obsessive musical theme on my green ears, I’m looking to the buildings and people like they are some cartoons. Like we are some little persons that some massive puppeteer had drawn to entertain himself. I imagine there must be more - much more - beyond those walls, those streets, those enormous and often hideous architectural objects. Maybe it was all designed one morning, coffee time, on some napkin. And here you got, your toy city, small boxes with pieces of life inside.

the right way to do things I guess

"So then, what is the kind of music you want to play?" - "Something that is not a lie?" - "So, like the sort of music that gives an honest emotion?"

solanin

We live in a world where the ideal forms of freedom shape merely into dreams. We might have a small chance of really surviving the real world by being free. Can you tell?

"Serenade for the renegade" by e.s.t.

If they ask you to stand still, you should dance.

Let the Great World Spin, Colum McCann

Hachiko-guchi

Un meeting point in Shibuya la statuia de bronz a lui Hachiko, pe care tocmai mi l-am setat virtual intre bratele noastre alungite pe timp de zi pentru a se regasi spre seara, intocmai ca in poveste.

The Oyster Boy

"Countdown to the castle of cards falling apart, baby." they say. Those are so called Mad Men, when I think. Mad Men driving a mad life and mad girls sometimes forgetting why they are mad after mad men.

The Oyster Boy al lui Tim Burton spune ca The Stick Boy and Match Girl fall in love, ca Robot Boy si Staring Girl date pana cand se transforma in Voodoo Girl, then the Boy gets many Nails in his Eyes and in the end, Melancholy kills the Oyster Boy.

Between anger and winning over and beyond

Cause they say "none but ourselves can free our minds, have no fear from atomic energy" and they called it "Redemption song". Cause you only walk your way if you get it. You don't need useless war, they're too many outsides. You don't need to look from the window, the time passes by, you need to be out there in the street of your life.

De asta exista jurnalul de martipan for all the happy little things that make my life.

And that's why there is this life. To undoubtedly live it.

Watching the othe side of the world from my top corner window

"the war of videogrames is dancing on the other side of the world. not even the missiles are reaching. it has nothing to do with us. everybody in this city is just moving as they please. that sorrow, the anguish, that pain, won't reach me. that sorrow, the anguish, that pain, that i don't understand./The tall building grows bigger and bigger in the window's reflections. I live in the corner of a small room on the top of this city's streets. and I am straining to hear your heartbeat."
from " the war of the 20's something generation" and a movie.

Discover your journey.

"A journey is not a trip. Is not a vacation. Is a process. A discovery. It's a process of self discovery. A journey brings us face to face with ourselves. A journey shows us not only the world, but how we fit into it. Does the person create the journey or does the journey create the person? The journey is life itself.
Where will life take you?"

The Art of Travel by LV.

is where imagination can take you.

De cele mai multe ori cu ochii deschisi si poveste cu final deschis. Uneori intr-o toaleta biblioteca, alteori intr-o mansarda ale carei conditii iti lasa alergii pe piele dar privelistea de dimineata iti schimba coltul planetei. Uneori nu vezi nimic dar nu ajuta nici lumea pictata prin retina celorlalti. Uneori totul se ascunde intr-un croissant cu multe straturi langa o fereastra.

SoulRiding

Road starts with a draw and a sun on a car window and it continues with you. All along.