Set me Free Liberty!

Liberty comes undone. In a month I'll be out, the present will become a souvenir and the past Will turn into an old toy. A week Ago I suscribed for emancipation. Life shone above my own expectancy. it all comes to an end. Friends that leave and choose another path. ancient loves turn into bitter and perished goods. Prayers become obsolete miracles and so on.
The days last more everyday and time seems less and less longing. My own discipline installs as a new code of ideals and behaviour. Work harder, Be harder, be happier, be zen. a Man starts expecting the new instead of the Old.. wars are not about reconquest but conquest. going further, where u have not ever been before. Live the unlived as everysecond worths it's unique value.
Time is a fuckup, love is a mockup, Space is a parody.
somethings change, some not, nothing stays the same and nothing becomes something else. It all evolves, up and down, like a rollercoaster. It took time to undestand it. it will take time to rise.. and never ever land

I'll stare at you from up there, above good and evil, above liberty.
above the skyscrapers and the mess we're in, like the song.
above yourself.

i do not declare war, I declare victory, as i am not the one to fear.. but your own growing cancer.

I succeded, you can now come undone. as everything i had to do is done it is your turn now: throw the dice and pray for a triple six...

I'm already done, I'm already ONE!

Alors Madame??? Hierba mala Nunca muere...

ca ne sert à rien dire que je suis desolé, parce que je ne le suis point
ca ne sert à rien de vous faire comprendre de quoi il s' agissait.. ca a bien marche ( 26 nanas à faire taire c pas évident comme tache)
Ca ne sert à rien de prendre ca au sérieux
(ni au banal)
ca ne sert à rien les disserts et commentaires ( au fond oui, ca sert à s' enmerder enface d' un trésor littéraire)
Ca ne sert à rien de faire la gueule!
ni de chercher à comprendre

bon, ca sert à quelque chose quand même dire que j' ai osé ouvrir ma gueule ( c' est flattant... à sa médiocre facon)


mais bon, qu' est-ce qui sert à quelquechose?

Why....so...Serious????????????????????

I Love my friends, cause they hate me tender. I love my friends, cause they stand my cause. I love my friends, for the faithfull they are!

I am not a Nice guy...

Do you have a pair of black shirts?
do you have 3 pairs of black socks?
do you have a towel and 20 dollars to pay for your funeral?

Fight Club

today, i am going to make the effort specially for La falsa alicia to write in a less encoded way. I want to be clear not because I might get angry if not understood but today I am trying to explain a certain point that is generating a shift in my life as I know it. If you have met me, you should CAREFULLY Read this and if yet you don't understand clearly what is going on, you may ask questions here on the comments or to my personnal Mailing account.

The proyect mayhem of my life has started. I have been realizing since a a little bit more than a month that I have never had a normal life and that anormality, bizzareness and avantgarde have been surrounding my being since the 24th january of 1985. For a little explanation, I come from a strange family where I have a crazy yet adorable grandmother. A Patriotic dissident Offspring that brought me to life down there, in my lovely macondo. My father has never seen colors, his brother has a mental power, my mother seems to be close to perfection as a social human being, yet she is inclosed in herself. My best friend is a genius and my other best friend happens to be the same age of my mother and the mother of a person I used to like a lot. my first love had a daughter only 12 years younger than me and my real first love happened to be a Bipolar human oscillating between all I can love and all I can hate. Romania was hell yet the paradise for me and Paris, such paradise has only been hell for me. I have spent quite the same amount of time dwelling in the Netherlands than in the place I live and all of my friends seem taken out from a bestiary worthy of the imagination of a drunken and highly doped good writer. I have survived stupidty and war and I have been nearly killed by love. i have fell inlove with people without a heart and I have been in the quest of counterperfection, the one everyhuman has and yet it doesn't seem to fit my lifestyle. I don't drink so much, i don't use drugs yet It seems I live in a ride to wonderland. I was close to become, when I was a kid a musical prodigium and yet i let it all go to become an Architect, a world's creator and now i realize i am out of divine inspiration. I have never loved, except in one occasion, someone younger than me. I can be wise as an old man and immature as a five year old. I had moments of glory that i despised and wonderful people ( comme toi annabel) that i had to leave apart. I am Proud of my life, I am happy for all I have seen lived and created. yet i am not in confort. I do never stress yet I always feel the pressure of time comming close to an end. I wanted to die yet I am alive and want to keep living. I am here, writing to one to hear, yet you might understand it well.

I have taken a choice.. not made a choice but taken a choice, for things to change and stay the same:

it became quite bizzare bu the luxury that was surrounding me in the prebucharest pre paris times seems to be out away, love doesn't seem to fit a guy like me and all the tender promises dwell 10000 kilometers away from me. all that comes to me seems made of gold yet when touched becomes normal and dull. I am higly misunderstood and I cannot blame you for a lack of curiosity or Patience.

It is senseless to pretend to live everywhere everytime. I cannot love 10 girls at the same time. all of them so different from the other. I cannot pretend to be 5 years old when I am 23 yet i never lived young. I cannot keep it going like this, because it is not sane or logical to feed a dead dog. I cannot be normal when I am not. I cannot play a game where the rule is to cheat. I am a gypsy, I live moments, not years or time. love is not a state of mind but a currency, it is the visa to happiness and slavery.

so it is simple. I have made a list of all i want and need.

there is One I need, and I am going to get it
there is a plan B for that one, bu since it is a plan b, it might not be taken in consideration unless extreme circumstances
There is a city where i live, so I shall make my life here, stop thinking abroad, about leaving.
There is a city i want to leave from; so in 2 months i might not be back here - as it always happen-
there is people i like, yet, i am a hard guy to live, if you want us to keep sharing things, i am all ears to ideas of how to coexists with your lives and the aspects from it that can piss me out.
There are friends i love, but if they don't seem to care, i won't either.
There are things to be written, so they shall be said. but not here!
I am about to live the truth, to hunt the alter ego i want to be. I am far away from the man i want to become, or just the man i was.

I am different of what you imagine i am. I am not the same that i am.

I shall be sharp now, Straight. I won't offend you and i Will not please you for free. if you are bothered for something just say it. if i agree i won't apologize.
I shall live a dream now, you are welcome to share it if you want.
I shall work harder now. you might keep me up

I shall change it all again again and again.

I shall Fight without Violence.

and for now, I shall Listen to all you have to say.

Curiosity Killed the Cat, Dear Priftu.....

La verdad verdad, si la vida no me hubiera dado un par de cachetadas, seria un gran hijueputica...

Oh kut

Herman Brood-Jules Deelder

BANG!

Zombie Zombie Zombie....
MY fetish for the Zombie
the impossible achievements.
Narrow as the hoek Van holland
The Shit storms
Falling from the skies,
Perversions, beauty and glory covering our heads from the back
Sephia Souvenirs from old friend's smiles
HEart beats: amplified in sound surround.
Artistic breakups
Yuppie Squealing
the one dollar Religion
the suicide attempt ( to achieve new life)
Mental Derelictum
Smoking Takes 8 minutes of your life per cigarrette
- a good thing if you don't like your quotidian history-
Dream.. you won't get it
The good the bad the evil
And the other?
Walls divid, unite and in the end, can be brought down.
Untuned guitars
Passions, no need for adjective
Unnice people
nice fellas.
Folks, babies and old ones.
the Extra class a martini in hand can give you
or the less class you get while being vulgar.
an old fashioned tatoo.
a Family legend
A miracle of your own,
Blackjack!

Een Jaar van eenzaamheid

it has been a year.
a year that I left for strasbourg hitchhiking, to get my love back
a Year since e.priftu Left me as I came in amsterdam
A year since amsterdam became a bittersweet place
A year since Era started behaving like a bitch - and i followed up like an ass to that-
A year since my house feels like home
A year since my friends all dissapoint me
since Hannan became a nice surprise, from time to time
since Annabel did miracles - by breaking my feet-
A year, when Angelica became another option.
and a symbol of redeption.
A year, sinde the last first of may
and a year, since i have been missing you
A year, that you have been wasting your time without me
and that I let you hummiliate me - for free, no strings attached-
a year since sex was good
since extraordinary became normal.
365 days that i last felt your touch, and iris left me waiting sunken in the nederlek
2 full moons since it all had sense, and being there was senseless.
A year, since i feel alone, i feel good
I feel dull
and i ve been waiting

a Year, Since the last first of may, and the day, like all the other ones, i thought, you were an irresponsible bitch

and i am still here,
a year after that, and the year next to it

because I will be there. in my year of solitude, with you

Since, it was a year Ago, that i first Cried aanvallen to my world

Redhoods

Querida, como decirte que te quiero.
que sos una patana empedernida
una guache sin decoro
un oscuro objeto rojo de deseo
un placer despedidor
una buena amiga que siempre falla
una sorpresa en vano
una esperanza que no llega
un mundo sin fronteras, pero con una buena policia de aduanas.
un suenho hecho en china

una decepcion orgullosa
y enorgullecedora

Alguien especial, que mas que estarse perdiendo, me pierde a mi

por eso nena, no te doy besos. tu escupes, yo te cacheteo... y al final, solo al Final, te Quiero.
Deja la pataneria, El rojo es pas provocar a los toros, no para que las caperuzas sean arrabaleras de plaza.

LandArt

I saw the most amazing thing yesterday; Going up the Rue lepic in the 18th district of Paris ( Pigalle-montmartre) I found a Dog shit...

Big dog shit on the ground; and stuck in it, a picture

It was Sarkozy with his presidential flag.