Night skies.

p.s. Night time is really the best time... all the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.

Art works much better than I imagined.

аз мойта душа .май си я оставих в хладилника..

'..ослепях от много думи
оглушах от тъмнина
мойто тяло ми е тясно
ще се сгъна в точица

инжектирай инжектирай
инжектирай инжектирай ме с любов
инжектирай ми любов..'


едно безкрайно чакане на спирката… чакане на автобус, който така и няма да дойде…
Надежда или болезнена реалност?

Филмът оставя многоточие.
Животът слага точка.
Не ни остава нищо друго, освен да замълчим на финалните надписи.

LE MONDE EST A NOUS!

p.s.


Es si tu N'Existais pas..dis-moi pour qui j'existerais?

SOULSTORM.

p.s.
div
neobozdan
buen
priburzan
neobmislen
naludnichav
obezumql
poludql
razhlopan
neustoichiv
istinski
vuobrajaem
silen
reshitelen
reshen
gotov
///

For all these poisons that are mine.

Sunshine
we be cruising,
...
that's where the truth is
cos we have done
that cos we haven't been there
I wanna go there
cos we will run that,
I wanna go for real..!

See the sun shine
in winter time see snow falling in summer time
it's all crazy like our minds
all this anger makes us blind.

two tragedies in life.one is not to get your hearts desire.the other is to get it.

Zashto se
udrqm
ujasno
ujaseno
v stenite na uma si
i ne uspqwam da preskocha
umorata
ogranichenieto
i
usamoteno
umaleno
da suzdawam
suvurshenstvoto
unilo
otdalecheno
bavno
turjestveno
da go dostigna
v mig samo pri men doshlo
da go ulovq?







RISK.YOURSELF.

RAINY DAYS..DEM GONE?

Rainy days never say goodbye.
I wish it would rain down..
..on me.

silent and complete.

Theatre.Overdose satisfaction.

remind me a few.
start with best one.

The Seagull
Anton Chekhov


Why do you say you kiss the ground I walk on? I ought to be killed. I'm so tired, Kostya! If I could only rest... rest. I am the seagull... No, that's not it. I'm an actress! It doesn't matter. So he's here, too! It doesn't matter! He didn't believe in the theatre, he laughed at my dreams, and little by little, I stopped believing myself. I lost heart. And always the strains of love, jealousy, constant fear for the child...I became trivial, and commonplace, I acted without thinking or feeling... I didn't know what to do with my hands, I couldn't move properly, or control my voice. You can't imagine what it's like to know you're acting badly! I am a seagull. Do you remember the seagull you shot? You left it at my feet, he came to me and said, "I had an idea. A subject for a short story. A girl, like yourself, lives all her life on the shores of a lake. She loves the lake, like a seagull... But a man comes along, by chance, and, because he has nothing better to do, destroys her..."

What was I talking about, before? I - Yes, about acting. I'm not like that anymore. I'm a real actress now! I act with delight, with rapture. I feel drunk when I'm onstage and think that I am wonderful. Ever since I got here, I've been walking around, walking around and thinking, thinking and even believing that my soul grows stronger every day. Now I see at last, Kostya, that in our kind of work, whether we're writers or actors, the important thing is not fame, or glory, not what I used to dream about, but learning how to endure. I must bear my cross, and have faith. If I have faith, it doesn't hurt so much, and when I think of my calling I'm not afraid of life.
When you see him, don't tell him anything... I do love him, yes, I love him more than ever... "By chance. A subject for a short story."
How sweet it used to be, Kostya! Remember? How bright, and warm, how joyous and pure our lives were! And the feelings we had for each other were like fine, delicate flowers! Do you remember?

P.s Im too interested in keeping it real.
SH.