Day 23

It's no secret that I simply love travelling. To be more precise, in a way I'm addicted to travelling. I have been to over 30 countries worldwide, and I can not wait to see more places, to meet more interesting people and to experience new cultures. Here's a short extract from my last trip..



Day 23 of travelling non-stop.

Honestly, first thing that comes to mind is how exhausting it is, it's truly exhausting. But adventurous and addictive at the same time. Like a new drug you start using and now can't live a day without it.
You might wonder what exactly is exhausting. For starters, meeting new people. When travelling by hitchhiking, and meeting people via Couch Surfing, socializing is a must. You can hate it, but why hate it if you can choose to love it? It's never boring hearing other people stories and adventures, and experiences. Your mind opens more and more each day. You become a sponge that soaks up everything that surrounds you. You become immune to discomfort and to the annoying things. You become like a bridge, many cross your path, you both get something out of the experience. You build tolerance for the world around you.
When you start to travel, you think you'll find answers, but the truth is more and more questions arise and nothing seems certain any more. Your shoes are worn out, the sole is falling off and the stiches are falling apart. But the memories they carry and their comfort are good enough reasons to not toss them away. Your clothing becomes worn out. You wear pretty much the same thing for a week..and do so until you run out of clean clothing. You realize that even though your luggage is small, there are still things that you have not used.
My favorite jeans became so worn out that I had to change them and leave them behind in some public restroom. I've been lucky many times, I feel uncomfortable saying I'm unlucky because suddenly a string of bad events happen. I know that things can change around any second. They can get better or worse... Either way, I know I will get through it. Nothing really comes as a big surprise.
Good weather makes the day brighter, while not-so-good weather is great for a change, for a challenge... Sometimes it simply works as a reasons to bring out the warmer clothes. It gives a good reasons to wonder in a museum, quite shop or even the local library (even though most books are in a language I don't speak.)
My face is covered in freckles because of the amount of time I have spent outside. A 5 km walk seems like a piece of cake because I walk about 20 almost every day. Sometimes I get a feeling I know other cities better than my own. I love trying local cuisine.
I do feel exhausted, but the will to keep going is too strong to stop.
I've stolen a beer jug, I've went on tram rides without buying a ticket. I have lied to people and made some of them sad. But the truth is, for most people I will be just a memory, at best, they might remember my name.. But that's not very likely. But I will not remember their names either. I will recall their stories, and I will remember how I felt when with them.
But in the end I know I'll be alone. And, if I'm lucky, I might remember my own name and where I am from.

Multiple Universes

We live in multiple universes, in multiple realities. That is the truth! We each see the world via a different lens. It's strange when you really wrap your head around it. You suddenly feel all alone, because the truth is, you are alone in your own world. Earth, most literally, becomes a scary place to live in. Like back when you were a child, even closing your eyes was scary. When you come to think about it, the earth really is just like a dream world. We each live in our own, and somehow assume that everyone else lives in the same one, or some place similar to it. Further more, we tend to fool ourselves that we can relate (or better yet, understand) how the other person is experiencing life.
The truth is, there are countless realities, parallel realities, if I may. They co-exist because the choice is not that big, they just have to co-exist.

 Now Playing: Lorde - Royal

Nenogurt

Kā zvaigžņota lupata man virs galvas plešas debesu valstība. Es esmu aizkustināta. Ir vēss, piebrieduši krūšu gali un es viegli, jo viegli teku pār lauku. Kājas basas, rasa dzeļ pēdās, bet es tik gaisīgi nesos, gandrīz kā lidojumā. Man nav kurp skriet, nav laika, sen iztecējis, vai varbūt nekad tāds nemaz nav bijis. Es esmu vienīgā dambretes dāma - karaliene pati savā pļavā, un neviens man pāri nodarīt nevar. Es elsoju klusi, jo klusi; ir nogurums no nemitīgās dancošanas, bet es nevaru stāties. Es negribu stāties. Man uzsmaida mēness gaišā puse, vai tas ņirgājās, vai patiesi smaida, nezinu. Bet ko gan tas maina? Es esmu karaliene pati savā pļavā. Ir robežas, sēta laikam arī kaut kur ir, bet es nezinu cik tālu. Bieži šķiet, ka teku pa pļavu, kas ir apaļa kā lode, bez malām, bez gala.

It's THAT time of the year

They say it is the most wonderful time of the year, the season to be merry and jolly, time to praise the big fat man called Santa or the God and his son Jesus, which ever tickles your fancy. It is time to give and receive.


Heck with it all, this so called magical time of the year is all in your head, it's all in the shop windows, it's in the silly feeling that last year around the same time you and the society made you produce the feeling of joy. To hell with it all. And then because there has to be balance of joy in the world, the sad become even more sad, depressed and lonely. Yes you understood me correctly, all forces in the world have to add up to be even. (Hence, when the rich become richer, the poor become more poor.) So when ever you are full of happiness for a longer time you are making someone's life miserable.

This year I have very little Christmas spirit in me. It is dormant for some years now. You can blame me, or you can blame the world. But I will just embrace it. I shall use this time to do things I dare not say out loud.

Despite it all, I did enjoy a lovely Christmas eve with my dad, and got some phone calls, and messages that made the festive feeling.

This all is fiction, maybe not. Maybe you'll think about it, maybe not.
Things are as they are.. Right?

Now playing: I want a Hippopotomous for Christmas, because well, it's self-explanatory, isn't it?

"Wonderful World"

This song pretty much explains how i see the world, not all of it, but some lines are spot on.

Now Playing: Nine Horses - Wonderful World

WONDERFUL WORLD

It’s a wonderful world

And you take and you give

And the sun fills the sky

In the space where you live

It’s a day full of dreams

It’s a dream of a day

And the joy that it brings

Nearly sweeps her away

It’s a wonderful world

As the buildings fall down

And you quicken your step

‘til your feet leave the ground

And you’re soaring above

All the sorrow below

And you’re falling in love

With those you don’t know

And your heart feels so wide

And your heart fills so strong

It was never a place

That you felt you belonged

It’s a wonderful world

Full of wonderful things

And the people fall down

And abandon their dreams

(I hear him, he’s talking out loud

Sometimes he whistles while walking

How could he know any better?

I weep for him, I weep for him now)

It’s a wonderful world

It’s a real crying shame

Cos she’s hurting herself

In a violent way

And there’s people she knows

That won’t even try

And they’re trapped in their lives

Feeling terrified

And it’s in times like these

That she promised to call

But the scale of our love 

Is diminished and small

It’s a wonderful world

And she doesn’t know why

She wakes up each day

And continues to cry

(He’s sleeping his troubles away

He’s finding it too hard to bear

I’m with him every step of the way

I weep for him, I weep for him now)

It’s a wonderful world

And you take and you give

And the sun fills the sky

In the space where you live

I Believe In..

One day I shall write about my life. And then I shall decide where to start and where to end the story. However, until then I have decided to change my life (again), not crucially, but just a bit. Today I shall post about the things I believe in. Yes, I will not cram about the things that I dislike, or things I don't believe in. I will try to list some things, and then write what I mean by that.
Before I do that I'd like to state a stupidity that I have committed. I always wait for the dude to send me a text message. And it used to be that I was so silly and answered right away, and so placing myself in the same situation - the waiting area. But lately things have slightly changed. I still wait for the guy to send a message, but when he does, I ignore it. I knew I would ignore it in the first place, but I still wait for a something. Last night (a Friday, as you could have guessed anyway) one guy sent a text message. Quite frankly I didn't even see that one coming. But then somewhere between 3 and 4 am GUESS-WHO called. Of course I did not pick up. Was he trying to get back at me for that one time....... Or was he trying to get back at me for not replying to his last two messages? OR was he actually hoping to see me?? Either way, I am not going to do anything about it.

Ok, now that that's out of the way, I can list some things that I believe in.

First, and far most important thing, I believe in my twin brother. You'd maybe expect me to write family and friends or something of that sort. And you are probably wondering why I am picking out just one person of this so-called group. The reason is that I don't believe in nor my family, nor my friends. However, I do believe in my twin bro. Not because he has trouble believing in himself, but because I really think that he can do more that what he is doing right now. I believe in him because I know what kind of a person he is, and I know that when someone wants something real, real bad, they can achieve it. He simply has not understood what it is that he wants to aim for. It is possible that I believe in him just to some how keep believing in myself; all because at some level we are in the same place. And who knows, maybe it is cuz we are twins, or maybe it's the upbringing, or maybe it's all the possible factors added together. But we are both struggling, each due to different list of things.. And gosh, I know this person, I know the deepest corner of his heart. I know he is strong. I know he leads his life with love and passion (gosh, this sounds lame).. But that is the truth.

So we lead in to the next thing: I believe in the GOOD. Yes, the good. I believe that there are people on this planet who are not entirely self centered. I believe that some people in the world would die to save another being. Of course, there isn't only back and white (sometimes I forget this), we all have our vices, and our falling point. But some people simply care less about themselves and more about others (or someone else in specific). It really doesn't matter, as long as the person doesn't spend his/her entire life just concerning about himself/herself.. I lost the train of thought... OOooppsss. I believe in Santa Claus. :D

I believe in art, all forms of art really. Painting, sports, photography, dance, singing, cooking, crafts, visual arts, modern art, art of design, art of work, art of structure, art or anything a person can be good at, anything  that a person can do so good that it can be admired.

(I need to remember how to project my thoughts into decent sentences and paragraphs.)

I could list some more things, but I'll just go with one more.

I believe in good night sleep. ;)

Slīkoņi

Mākoņi sakrīt jūrā; gluži kā sapņi, kas izslīd no veselā saprāta. Nepaliek ne laika, ne mūžības. Zem okeāna dzīlēm slēpjas ekstravaganti vaļi, kas sen izmiruši. Iznīkuši, vairs neeksistē. Mēs tos esam nopirkuši, tad izmetuši. Aizmirsuši. Atvadu skūpsts vēl paliek pie stikla lapas pielāpīts. Mēs plīstam. Mēs plīstam kā vārgi bērni, kas izsalkuši maizi zog. Logiem aizsalušas rūtis, pasaule paliek gluži balta - gluži neredzama. Pagalmā spalgā balsī tiek karinātas nošu zīmes un pamācošas melodijas. Mēs dungojam no priekiem, ka rītdiena var nepienākt. Sameklēsim izdzisušo pīpi un to iekursim no jauna. Nodedzināsim savus mežus, savas mājas. Tapsim miruši, un eksistēsim savu iedomu parodijās. Eksistēsim tāpēc kā tā ir vieglāk nekā dzīvot. Būsim bezalgas putni ar vistu spārniem. Apmaldīsimies un nemūžam mums nebūs uzzināt pareizo ceļu. Tu tik dziedi tās skaistās dziesmas, jo rītdiena tiešām var nepienākt. Lai mūžīgi līst remdenas lāses, lai krīt no beztermiņa mākoņiem. Lai loka pasauli savās kontūrās. Mēs iesim peldēt, mēs iesm slīkt.

Disgust

I am your child, for reality does not exist any more. I am a child of the wild when yet another world war is about to embark. I am an evil astronaut in a sky that will never forgive our sins. I will never let them take that what is mine, for there is already more injustice in the world than there is food on our tables. We believe in ghost stories and fairy-tales. We are monsters of the sea. You got it all wrong child. They are the ones who are hiding from us. We are stuck in simple, vulgar closets, unable to free our souls. We can not escape, trapped forever. Volcanoes burst into tears. The earth splits into several pieces. We have never been united. We have never been true and honest. Why do we even have these words? Why do we have symbols for things that do not exist? Why bother? Does it not make you sensible to see how things could be? Should-a, could-a, would-a.
You make me sick to my core. Every molecule of yours is filled with betrayal. You are an ogre. You disgust me. You make me want to vomit. I can feel my breath speeding up, my heart rate rising. I can sense my face filled with anger and fear. There will be no answers, there never were real questions. No one cares; you are disgraceful animals.

Now Playing: Jesca Hoop - Born To 

Čukst

Gar vecām rindu mājām aiztek emociju vilnis. Es rakstu tev vēstuli. Domās tā jau sen ir aploksnē ar marku, apzīmogota un ceļā uz tavu Ģertrūdes ielu. Bet patiesībā tā nav. Patiesība ir nedaudz novītusi, nav papīra lapas. Rezerves pildspalvai beigusies tinte, un nepietiek naudas, lai iegādātos markas. Pavisam atklāti, arī īstie vārdi vēl nav piemeklēti. Bet te nu es esmu, rakstu tev vēstuli.

Vakar sākās aukstuma stundas. Tās vairs nebūs skaitāmas, tas vairs nebūs noslepkavots vasaras karstums. Būs parasts ziemeļu rudens, pat pārejas posms tiek izlaists. Arī brīnumi kā atvasara šai malā nenotiek.

Iedalītas ir domāšanas kārtis. Nekas nav paredzams. Ak, ko melo, paredzams ir viss, bet Antiņam bail kāpt stikla kalnā. Tur nepieciešama vīza, un jāsakrāj daudz zelta. Tomēr impulsi dzen uz vēl neesošām robežām. Tie dzen mani tālāk no tevis. Nebēdā draugs, es arī no citiem plašumiem sūtīšu tev vēstules.

Tu jūti?

Nu un ko. Kolekcionēt ir forši. Es vācu atmiņas mazās kastītēs. Četri reiz četri - kantainās, citas tādas nesimetriskas, citas ar velna raksties virsū. Bet lielākā daļa kārbu noputējušas pagrabu bēniņos stāv.

Vakar uzgleznoju raibu aitu. Nē, es meloju. Bet tik ļoti gribējās man uzgleznot raibu aitu. Ar spodri tīrām stikla ačelēm un mēli izkārtu līdz zāles stiebru saknēm. Zaļa. Ne zāle, bet mēle. Zālei krāsas nebūtu, jo kam tad vairs rūp?

Aplami es muldu. Man patīk muldēt. It sevišķi tad, kad grūti saprast kur pakārts veselais saprāts. Laikam atstāju uz plauktiņa, pirms došanās uz zemes virsu. Ko lai saka? Nemelošu, man te patīk. Un ļoti pietrūks, kad būs jākāpj atpakaļ gaisa kuģī, lai dotos turp, kur palicis veselā prāta pūrs (un tas arī, pieputējis).

Un tad man pēkšņi visi pietrūkst. Tik ļoti, ka elpa aptrūkst un ķermenim par maz skābekļa tiek. Plaušas sāk kost sānos, jo nezin kā strādā bez algas. Sažņaudzās neesošais ādamābols, tādā mezglā, ka pat jūrnieks atsiet nevarētu.

Ne no kā man gribās uz Romu un pie Venēcijas smirdīgajām ielām.

Un gribās man mājas.

Kur ir mājas?

Es vakar uzzīmēju raibu aitu. Tai mēle stiepās pāri ceļu galiem, aplīdusi man apkārt kā pāraugusi sēne. Tā (mēle) līda tālāk un tālāk un es nezinu kur tā stāsies. Pelēka zeme raudzījās manās zaļajās acīs. Spalgi iekliedzās mirstošās vārnas un acu vietā iedzēla plūdi. Aizskaloja manu aitu.


Un tagad bez krāsas, bez mēles, bez prāta, un ar aizelsušos elpu es tupu blakus mirušajām vārnām, jo nekā cita jau man nav.

no wonder people believe in the story of God

Hi my fellow worriers.
Life is life and it is so hard to realize that millions of lives can be in the hands of one single person.

A few days ago i went through my biggest "box of memories". It is nothing special, just a shoebox filled with little things (like tiny notebooks, CDs, floppy disks, pins, buttons, name tags, beer caps, etc). Each of these has a shorter or longer story behind it. This post is going to be about a CD that I have from my photography class that I took at the School of the Photographic Arts: Ottawa, the class was called "Youth Perspective". The CD was given to each of the students by the teacher. In there are pictures that changed the world, or pictures that teach a good lesson, or pictures that teach tips and tricks about photography. There is a Power Point presentation that teaches that Plastic Bags are bad and damage the world. There also were a few songs, and also a few links that either teach photography, or have some amazing photographies, or are simply good, there is other stuff too, but I haven't got to that yet. I needed to share this with You!

What I did was I marked all the files in there and pressed "open". Of course the computer was a little upset that it needed to open 74 items all at once, and so was I, but we got through it. At start it launched the Power Point presentation. Pretty impressive, quotes, and, of course, images. Powerful. Then i begun going through the links that opened up. Ok, i'll just add a list of them here. (Not all, since some were NOT FOUND)

• New Internationalist
• New Internationalist - A photographer's code
• Guidelines for Better Photographic Composition
• Edward Burtynsky - Photographic Works
• Photo Composition Articles - Guidelines for Better Photographic Composition
• Itchy Animation - Digital paint - LIGHT
• Amazonas Images
• Adbusters
• Lauren Greenfield - Photography
• Rabble.ca

These are in no order, but You should be able to tell which one is a teaching site and which one is a COOL site to look at (they all are but anyway..).

The one in bold is where i found a video. This video is really heart wrenching and I feel like I need to share with it. Everyone in the world should see this video. (It is a flagged video, so You have to be 18+ to view it, just saying)



It is painful to watch and personally makes me extremely mad!

Referring to the title, it comes to the fact that our lives depend on so much that i start to have a better view on people who believe in a higher power. I don't want to fall there. So I say as long as I have some control over what I do, I will do what ever I can to make this world a better place.

Thank You!

Bad Coca-Cola

Have You seen the movie FLOW?
If You havent , then definitely do so!
Basically it is about how clean water is going to be the "new oil", as in, now people, countries, corporations are fighting for water. The winner can be very easily detected because in this system it works very much like in Darwin's Natural Selection. The one who has more power and resistance to todays rules of life will survive. In this case it is the BIG companies, like Coka-Cola, that are stealing from weaker and developing countries in other parts of the world (or as some say, from the third world countries). What these multi-million corporations do is they seek for places where to get clean water; since the pollution has destroyed oceans they have to dig where there is less pollution and where no one (well, they think so) is using the water. They go to small communities in countries in Africa, take the places where international volunteers or the communities themselves have created acceptable clean, drinking water. This results to increased diseases and child death (which also links to overpopulation). It forces people who have no power in their hands to wait for water after walking incredible distances for hours, days, even weeks (and yet they might leave with no fresh water), if they do get water they have to carry it back home. The most convenient way is to put full baskets on head (this is done by women and children). These conditions in many cases leave no other solution then to drink (!!) water from polluted rivers, where companies (with very low security standards) dispose their chemicals, where animals (sometimes sick) swim and drink, where people bathe.
Is that fair?
As individuals we an choose to drink tap water (if You know that it is clean). If You do buy bottled water, then buy LOCAL (My Dear Friends, ALWAYS Buy Local Stuff, ALWAYS) company bottles, before checking that the water they sell is not gained in a very unfair, illegal way. What ever You do, DO NOT BUY COCA-COLA, NESTLE, PEPSI PRODUCTS. If You do then You will be supporting them as they take away water from innocent people, as they destroy lives, as they steal what is not theirs. At least now, that You know, PLEASE!!!
That is what I have decided to do. I will not use these three company products. My morals have drawn a line, and that is where it is!!! I can't use their products knowing that because of that people in a developing country are suffering!! Water is not just for people who can buy it! Everyone has a right to clean water.
You can't make a change, but a group can, You have the choice now to be part of people who agree that CLEAN WATER IS A RIGHT!!

(i care)

Tiek krātas negulētas naktis
un domas par Tevi.
Tiek piedots aklajam,
kas pie stūres.
Un vēlreiz pasacīts kurlajam.

Nomazgātas nogurumā
mērcētās rokas.
Zem plikiem saules stariem,
pamazām tiek lūgts
par sapratni.

Neizgudrots drošības vilnis,
aizmirsts par tiem,
kas no augšas vēro.
Piemeklē kašķi un krīzes.
Putekļaini pieminekļi
caur aizlīmētām lūpām
dzied himnu,
par mums
un arī citiem noziedzniekiem.

Sameklēta starta poga,
finiša taisnes priekšā.
Samīta un plēsta.
Nē, es necelšu tevi pie goda.
Nav tīra drāna,
un kaunā noslīkuši stāsti.

Bez vēstures plašās,
un zināšanām gaišām;
steidzam jaunus dūmus pūst,
lai arī citiem
melot nav par grūt.

TV

What's wrong with the world? (part I)
♥

Šodien skatījos TV. Un man uznāca biči neskaidrība(?) par to, ko mums rāda.
Tātad,
redz es skatos šo filmu, kur galvenais varonis ir pamatīgs smēķētājs + nerēāli kruts. Un te pēkšņi reklāmas pauze par Nicorette, kas palīdz atmest smēķēšanu...
un, lai gan es, protams zinu, ka pareizi ir nesmēķēt es pieņemu, ka tas viss ir vienkārši smadzeņu skalošana. Apmēram tas pats, kas sen dzirdētā anekdotē "Vecmāmiņa Pēterītim: Tā, tagad atkārtosim tos vārdus, kurus nedrīkst lietot."
Un ar to krāšņie uguņi nebeidzās, reklāmas pauzes ir, kaut kas pie kā ikviens ir pieradis, jo nav vairs neviens, kas par kabelī iekļauto cenu tev rādīs mīļākās filmas un iecienītos šovus vienu pēc otra. (Un tad, kad tu tomēr samaksā to ekstra naudiņu, tu attopies, ka tās reklāmas tomēr ir noderīgas, lai aizietu ieliet piepildīt sulas glāzi, vai, lai paceltu telefonu, vai, lai atbrīvotu pūsli no sakrātā šķidruma. Jā, jā, ir pauzes un stop, un patīšana uz priekšu un atpakaļ, bet tu jau nezini kur ir ainu maiņas, tu nospied, tad, kad ienāk prātā, tad atnāc atpakaļ un vismaz pirmā minūte aiztek vien, lai sapratu, kas un kādēļ notiek.)
Bet ne par to, viena reklāma par jauno fast food restorānu, kur pasniedz īpaši smalkus frī kartupeļus un sulīgu burgeri ar ko vien pats vēlies, un klāt vēl citāts, 'ja tev uzpil kaut kas uz krekla, tad tu to ēd pareizi!'... šajā brīdī es iztēlojos resnu amerikāni, kas sēž savā mājā un bauda šādus burgerus pietam izmantojot brīvo piegādi!!! emmm...emmm... is it just me or there is actualy something wrong with that??????
Nu jā, un nākamā reklāma par jaunāko notievēšanas produktu, kas ir apmierinājis 90% pircēju un starptautiski atzīts (precīzāk, amerikāņi atzinuši!!) un maksā tikai 19.99 katrā no trim maksājumiem, 'un pagaidi, ja tev šķiet, ka piedāvājums nav gana labs, tad visu iedosim dubultā. Jāmaksā vien par pasta izdevumiem, (un tā kā produkts drošivien tiek sūtīts no otras pasaules malas, tad pasta izdevumi sanāk neticami lieli.)'
Un, un.. vispār. Lai tie amerikāņi slīcinās taukos, kas ta man??
āāā, pareizi, es taču te pat blakus dzīvoju... palīgā!!!!!

Secinājus: es skatos par daudz TV!
MUHAHAHA...or maybe you will get my point here!

Dziesma: Black Eyed Peas - Where Is The Love?

P.S. Vārdu maiņa Viola = Lana

Bez maksas.

Lai no cietuma palaiž asākos nažus
un ar dūri pret sāpēm triecas kārtējais naids.

Smaidam zem smaida parādīsies naidīga dvesma,
spekulantus notrieks ar dzelzs kāpurķēdēm apbruņotiem ratiem.

Mirs tikai tie, kas savā arodā vāji,
stiprākiem būs lemts dzīvot un jaunas spekulācijas radīt.

Panīks vasaras svīstošā saule,
un katram melim izgrebts tiks jauns deguns.

Nebūs būtiski, kurš maksājis vairāk un kurš nemaz,
jo barbariskie krāsas atšķirt nemāk tik un tā.

Aplaudēts tiks pēdējā priekšnesumā,
lai gan pats mākslinieks pat zin, ka nav vērts.

Tad kā no pieneņu pūkām aizvērsies priekškars,
zālē iemājos klusums un nokusīs pēdējās gaismas.

Tad arī pelēko mākoņu koris sāks spert,
tik, cik varenās balsis tiem ļaus.

Iestāsies asiņainas domas mīlnieku prātos
un viens aiz otrā rindā stāvās ļaudis pie karātavām.

Par mums uzņems dokumentālo filmu,
jo citi rindā stāv biļešu kasēs.

Bet šeit un tagad mēs nāvējam par brīvu,
lai nav pašam jācilā savi niecīgie graši.

Jo ikkatrs jau zin, cik lepni mēs esam,
pat par zārkiem jāmaksā nav.

Slinkums ved slinkumā audzētos rudzus,
es tikai nezinu, kas karātavas jaunas auklas sien(?)

dienas dziesma: Sinead O'Connor: Nothing Compares 2 U

man.

kaut kur pa vidu

Izmētātas zilbes starp pielūdzēju bariem,
nav vairs klusās čukstu skaņas,
vai uzmācīgās atrunas.

Ģerbonis apskalo pareizi izgrieztos vārdus,
tev caur matu šķirbām izbirst pieskārienu jūra,
bet ne tos noķert ne ar varu piespiest.

Kaili vai apģērbti, mēs dzīvojam tālāk,
ar zināmu neziņu prāta, bet domu par vienu,
par jauno skaitīšanas sistēmu.

Neko nedrīkst garām palaist, pat, ja lūdzās.
Jāievēro glumie likumi, bet tikmēr,
mēs meklēsim, kur saucējs ir nulle.

Gan tu, gan es,
mēz zinām, ka atradīsim meklēto,
un to kā neredzamu brošu pie sirds liksim.

Tā kamēr nākamie rakstītāji un ievērotāji nāks.
Kamēr mēs te vēl esam citi jau jaunus plānus sēj,
bet līdz tam laika vēl daudz.

Tad nākamā paaudze varēs savas pīpes tīt,
un jaunus ceļus būvēt,
mums tik jāiemāca pareizā tehnika.

There are floating syllables amongst my admirers.
no more whispers
or obtrusive excuses.

Symbols rinse the right words,
a sea of touch flows throught you hair,
can't catch them or make them stop.

Naked or not, we go on with our lives,
with a little of uncertanity, but thought of one thing -
the new measuring system.

Can't miss anything, even if they beg.
Have to follow the slipary rules, but mean while,
we will look for a flaw - where the denominator iz zero.

Not you or me
can tell where the search shall end,
but we will pin it on to our heart, to not forget.

It will go on until the next writers will come.
While we are here, the next ones are making new plans,
don't worry, we still have time.

The next generation will roll their own cigarettes,
and build their own roads and parking spots,
all we have to do is teach the technique.

Man galva plīst pušu, jo nezinu kur tavi vārdi pārvēršas par izdomāto un neīsto. Tu mani biedē. Tā laikam psiholoģiskā realitāte - mēs baidāmies no tiem, kas līdzīgi. Vai konkurence ir tā, kas biedē?... Vai mums bail pašiem uz sevi skatīties? Es neprasu, lai atbildi. Es negribu, lai atbildi. Šodien augstpapēžu kurpēm uzasināts papēdis, lai kāpjot vairāk sāp. Lai, kad dejojam to deju, kuru neatminos tev pēdas dur. Lai ir vērts vēl asākus trīt.
Sasodītā sabiedrība. Viņiem (un mums) viss ir plika bilde. Šis labs, tas nē! Un, lai cik daudz es nezinātu, es māku sacīt to, ka NEKAD nav tā, ka ir melns vai balts..../this is where you have to think/
Un man vienalga par to, ka nekad ir nekad nesakāmais vārds.. jo taisnība šoreiz iegūs troni - visi esam pa vidu - starp labo un ne tik labo ;] ! !! !!!


I shall not scream in the middle of the night; i shall not scream in the middle of the night; i will not scream tonight; i can stop screaming my mute scream tonight; if i do scream, its not because i want to be heard. I shall not scream, not tonigt. I will not scream. And the worst part is that u know i will not scream tonight or any other night. I shall not scream. If u r a genious then u totaly understand what i mean. If not, then all u need to know is that i will NOT SCREAM TONIGHT! (and if i do (which is not gonna happen) there would be no way for u to stop me!) ha ha..
lets just turn off the light and leave the ride in the parking space provided. Press the lock button and leave me the key! You know what i mean! i know u do. So, will u do as i say. No, don't scream. See, everyone has a time in their lives when they want to scream. Some want more, some not. I know that u will not scream tonight, because then ur ears shall fall dead. OK. Don't scream.
"I could never love someone who missed a metaphore." <--- i did not just say that! Im just kiddin, ill luv u even if u don't get this so called metaphore.
A sweet goodnight kiss on ur cheek and a kiss on your forehead. The first kiss - I love you. The second kiss - sweet dreams. ha ha, no metaphores here. ;]

p.s. Es nedrīkstu teikt ko domāju. bet saku, ka tas ir kaut kas, ka iepriekš šeit nav sacīts.. tikai manā galvā.. es vēl domāju.. esmu domāšanas procesā. Nē..jā!..veiksmīgu domāšanu! :D

p.s.s. Man sāp kakls un.. Au!
-more tea??
-yes, please!



AND THIS IS WHERE I SHUT UP!

Mu ha ha ha hāāā.....

wow

man iet tā: Beidzot izdodas nomest
vismaz pāris adoptētos kilogramus! :D

bet ne par to runa...

šodien viens cilvēks šito video parādīja:
Lost Generation
man zosāda sametās...
no visas sirds iesaku noklausīties (noskatīties) un .. padomāt

Karantīna ar divdesmit putniem

Sapulce sākusies,
Jo caur lūku izskrēja apmaldījies cīrulis,
Brēkdams: "Palīgā, es jūku."

Kad citi putni labklājībā dzied,
Tik dzestri kā vēl nekad,
Tikmēr tie, kas savulaik nejēdza paši savu ligzdu vīt
Mokās zem pus kusušām kupenām,
Nevar uz sapulci tikt,
Pat ataicināti neesot.

Jaunas idejas satriecoši klabina knābjus,
Jo citu ķertā varde iekritusi tieši vēdera kodolā
Un tur mitinās,
Labu sajūtu vārdā.

Izlemts tiek par visiem,
Par tiem, kas vardes ķēruši
Un tiem, kas zem kupenām mirkst.
Un atbild uz jautājumiem tikai tie,
kas atlases kārtā pareizi špikeri slēpuši.

bet mums, pārējiem-
viss jau par vēlu.