Wednesday, 7 May 2008

Beauty



"psychoanalytical fact. frendian. he would have been glad to have known u if he was still alive. u would make an interesting case study. (joking)."

LUNATICALLY POETIC



i listenned and kept in.

i don't like the taste. It's not 4 the taste we drink them (Blueberry Nights)
....
cause i don't like to get to a point where i loose my power and dignity
....
-how do tears leave ur eyes
-salted tears or sweet ones ?
-gently, softly but very painfully, very gently, calmly, peacefully.
.......
as a matter of fact i always struggle betweem mind and emotions. sometimes the one dominates, sometimes the other.
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u tell me. Is not the cure in the disease?
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films are a part of our life and culture and they are a complex constructions that need to be understood through ideas, concepts, philosophies.
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i want from the beautiful, nice, loving, intelligent, sensual witch to hug me and make me feel that i am on top of the world and that nothing else matters..
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i've been feeling kind of empty lately..
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i guess i am looking for an intoxication of a different kind
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u know. the other kind. tell me how come u haven't checked on me in the past three or four days?
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sure do. like the attention. i am a libra and we do like to be liked.
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or, and that's only to make u laugh, u need sex very badly
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i like to play. are u going to deprive me from that momentary pleasure. otherwise it will turn into desire that will never be fulfilled
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pray for the little people like us. Universal things are hard to achieve..
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not looking. i hate to look. i like the natural encounter.
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not really i don't like office hours. it's imprisoning. i like to be a free bird..
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so do u know a way to break through the deadlock. for i am looking for one.
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so u r cranky.didn't have ur beauty sleep.
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so do u know a way to break through the deadlock. for i am looking for one.

he replied

no. i am hurt. hurt. hurt. and haven't yet cured my wounds



for a later parade

well i want you in my bed making love all night with music spread on my body , u bein gentle . i want you to feel every single breath i take while u touch me lightly with intensive moves and fire feeling....
mmmm..thats what i said .. by mistake ..
or not.
my mind doesnt let me rest
since then
im a dreamer, but im not the only one
maybe im living in the fantasy of you,fantasy of love
after all, love and fantasy are two persepective
for the same image.
i couldnt do more, i dont know doing less.
if illusions and realities lies in the same path
so why cant i fall for this lie,I never imagined that a lie can make me so much
mmm... how do they call it ..
ohh yes,, happy
thats the word.. happiness...or guilty
guilty
i cant look at what i feel..i feel guilty ..i feel rejected
weird. rejection suppose to be the mother of forget
or maybe hate..
but its duplicating my love...
wanting more
hoping for more..
fake more
a fake mood
a fake love
but life is fake,love too
what am i missing then?


"beautiful image"

............................................

preacher


"dream is the phantasmatic realisation of some censored unconscious desire "

says

- u know that there is a lot of truth in lying?
-how is that ?
-when u lie to someone, u pass through many true things about how u feel.
-yes, continue...
-cause what u say is no longer determined by social codes, modalities, regulations, etc... u liberate unself from the repression, from what u r not supposed to say.
-did u ever say what ur not suppose to ?
-yes. it depends.
-when ?
-many times. u mean when u were around?

as sweet as lemon


and thats why i fell for you.

behind scenes

see its all about me

all about the things i use to see

now, its about a stranger

or a coming fall

changing life, changing dreams.

Everything is possible for you and me,

fall dies, spring is born

But it will never be the same again

for you and i

And dont try to tell me its not broken

feel the resentment in your eyes

lost in the lack of forgiving

my inability to let go and forget

A root of distrust and suspicion is growing
inside of me

finding it difficult to accept a loss,
a loss of pride
a loss of dignity
a loss of you

Seething, aching emotional turmoil,The harboring of animosity..
A grudge held against betrayal.
violating my trust..
breaking the rule
deception.. dismissal
traumatized

frightened of directing the emotion of resentment at ... myself

so i give myself reasons that have little to do with my conscious thoughts

and it was night

It was night, around 10 pm, she was sitting on her couch.dark room. no candles left. But
there was a little light coming from an old box.
on her table,the licker bottle is almost empty, gone... a cup of glass was empty too..
Some piano playing and guitar were holding the atmosphere..
She was falling asleep or trying to fall or maybe just laying down quiet.
from a right corner, i can see the back of the couch and she's trying to get up..
some of her hair is on her face.. she sit
its all dark..
she fills her cup again , i can hear every drop of the alcahol
drop by drop...
till the bottle was over.

scenes from past past













Era














Rose of Friendship


Our Fairouz


Eva


wa Maria


...Away...

give me your hand
Im looking for some help
I cant see the way
Its all black...
give me what i've never had
give me what i always wanted
and couldnt get...
give me peace.
Time is no longer in my hands
give me a white flower
or a small white heart
give me anything you never give it up
give me a key...
a sparkle
or a pen... a shell you found on the shore...
save me
dance with me
or just sit and stare at me
I've always loved you
and hated you
In hate with you
And i love you ..
I have written your name and erased it
hundreds of times
in the air
hate...
love...
I feel, I dont...
I dont know...
But Im always sure
Its me.

Eva or Maria