marţi, ianuarie 30, 2007
a Week
a week has passed since I was born. i had a charming birthday. Tried to take back what Divine justice said should be mine. the only thing I got was some fancy meal and the comfort of the Parisian Asphalt at place furstenberg ( the one in the end of that film with Daniel day lewis and Winona ryder) then I got Cake With dearest annie and finally the spectacle I love to see, Infront of notredame, mes dames gathered by consecuences of hazard, all looking to eachother imagining the same thing than me... We shared a bed together, this moment, could be at least more easy going if we were all naked.
a week has passed, my life changed in a day, new life, new birth
Today I go to bed wishing it was all over, to wake up tomorrow like having taking the blue pill, everything was a lonesome illusion, the pain did not exist, nor the pleasure nor the adventure
just the experience the dream left
I am dissapointed by people, by her
I hope I count on you, Ican still count on myself
I just want to live the life I dream.. for more than 22 years anda week, for more than my whole life.
marţi, ianuarie 23, 2007
miercuri, ianuarie 17, 2007
24-7=22
In a Week I'll turn 22, probably more, probably less.
22 years, at my age Alexander Was king of the world, Tutankhamon was already dead and hundreds of generations of butterflies have seen their bloom and death.
In a Week I will be 22, I don't know what I am going to do and I am most likely to get no presents
In a week my Frenchie Life will me put in russian roulette and probably Ill keep on walking alive or just, become another amsterdamer reading poetry in a bicycle or another Tagaga Fisherman.
I don't know what to wear the 24 or to ask the ekeko for, I don't know If what I would like to do is doable or just thinkable. drink a martini, alone or probably surrounded by few people that care or just give a fuck, Answer the phone and be glad, just because 22 years ago my mother was condemnong herself with the hardest challenge of her life, Raising me
After all 22 years have been enough, Can't complain, I have lived mor adventures than tintin and overcome more dramas than jesus
Where Will I be at 44? France, Dear home, Royal muntenia, Beloved praha or just hell's lounge?
Dont expect much from me these days. I will show up the ekeko day Demand my miracle and make love evenoutside martiniglasses
Don't expect much from now on, 22 is the "second two"
Hell, It is time to be a bastard again
Love




