Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Monday, June 18, 2007

Tarot at Artmania

All gods breed, all gods die, all gods will pay.
(Tarot - Pyre of Gods)









Vincent Cavanagh from Anathema at Artmania

As I think of you
From this dark century
I will always be
With generosity
That we both may share
The hope in hearing
That we're not just
Spirits disappearing
(Anathema - Hope)







Tuesday, June 12, 2007

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
Comes death on strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed.

Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws.
(Jim Morrison, An American Prayer)

Listen to Albinoni's Adagio




Monday, June 11, 2007

Wuss in boots reloaded

Azi mi-am adus aminte de ce port bocanci iarna si le duc dorul vara. Azi mi-am adus aminte de Golgota, de patimi, de Eva si de blestematul de sarpe care a vorbit printre randuri, iar acum chicoteste mefistofelic ca Nostradamus. Tot azi mi-am adus aminte de o idee mai veche pe care merita sa o reciclez cu un reloaded.

Azi m-a vizitat my feminine side. Of all the days, a ales-o pe cea in care aveam de stat mult in pozitia erectus si nu calculatoris. Si inghiontita de mizerabila de anima, am inhatat in traiectoria de dimineata spre plantatie cea mai nenorocita cazna a femeii moderne de la gheisa incoace via anii '70.

Here comes the lady! So light of foot...:


I paid my dues. Time after time after fucking time. I've done my sentence and was on the verge of committing a crime. In vremuri in care Bucurestiul arata cam ca orasele Germaniei dupa ww2, in care tot centrul vechi se pregateste parca sa devina lacustru si trage podurile la mal, Zeeny se trezeste (cand am ceva de impartit cu mine, prefer sa vorbesc la persoana a 3-a) sa defileze in costumatie de zana zorilor, saltand pe scandurile Lipscanilor mai ceva ca pe un bou de rodeo, mai ceva ca Titanicul sub Leo.

Si daca tot sunt cu sapaliga prin arhive, voila un now and then de pe strada Franceza:




acum 1 an si vreo 2 luni

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Hear'em grow

She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me









Friday, June 08, 2007

always look on the bright side of life

Iron Maiden si castravetii