A random film, random thoughts

How many Carlitos might be out there with aching fists...and their Ways different than others'?
what about those with aching brains, aching heart veins?
If
"subatomic particles only come into existence when they are observed"
then
there are only the ones I see or hear about or just imagine.

Maybe we are not just bits from the earthly film that's currently playing. Maybe there are countless possible scenarios, our own films within the film.

Maybe they are right about "reality isn't fixed, we can create our reality"!


http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/search/songs/?query=the%20girl%20and%20the%20robot

The Old Man's Winter Tales - Part 2

"Time to reverse the time...the things, the steps, the songs...waters are gonna run uphill, winds are not gonna exhale but inhale...the nights are gonna turn into days, the eyes are gonna be wide open in dark, sun is gonna cool things down...you are gonna reverse things, you are gonna fly backwards but fly...when what is meant to happen happens! Ah, la vida buena! Gracias a Dios! "

Roared the fortune teller shaking. It was an April day and not cold at all in Seville. She was wearing a bear skin hat with a red feather attached to it which made her look crazier than she sounded. They say she inherited it from her uncle who had fled to Alaska leaving everything behind when he turned 18.

"I had rose cheeks like yours, girl. Alas, now they are looking forward to meeting the dirt. Oh well, listen to me carefully now. Don't panic when what is meant to happen happens for life is embroidered by miracles." She took a deep breath and licked her lips as if she was really thirsty.

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Guest - Hey man! I heard the villagers found a bear cave in the woods. They say there is gold inside, probably some dumbass robber hid the stuff there and disappeared. Noone has the balls to sneak in the cave! I'm gonna check it out , you can stay and put a few more pages together to feed the fire.
Old Man - Did you promise somone to interrupt me everytime I start writing something?.. Wait, I'm coming with ya! You get the dog and I will get the gun.

My confused clock, tak tik

some taram taram,
little pa-pum pa-pum, hop drip drop

then
hocus-pocus!

as if those things never happened to us
as if I never knew the letters of your name,
never haunted your dreams
tiptoeing through your secret corridors
as if you never wished
to send me orchids
with purple lips,
to hand me a goblet and rouge dips
after our hungry, ominous
hopehunter sleeps,
to take off with me
having no return route

taram pa-pum
the music is tired

and

slowly

gives up

as if it's the time to
give up.


http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/search/?query=calexico%20humano

3 in 1

You may leave if you have nothing to say.

What if I want to stay quiet, but stay?

Then show others who say something that you hear, that you listen.

How can I do this when my eyes are closed?

Why are they closed?

Because....because I am dreaming.

Then don't go, don't you go!

Who are you?

The music, the theme in you.

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http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/search/?query=all%20the%20world%20is%20green%20tom%20waits

http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/search/?query=tom%20waits%20little%20drop%20of%20poison

http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/search/?query=tom%20waits%20on%20the%20other%20side%20of%20the%20world

http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/search/?query=i%20hope%20i%20don%27t%20fall%20in%20ove%20with%20you%20tom%20waits

http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/search/?query=tom%20waits%20hold%20on

When the universe opens the curtains and yawns

when warm streams wash, comb, envelop
the naked icy lake
sweet laughters rise into the sky
fluttering, holding onto fairies' skirts
along with sacred tear drops
soar over orange trees, heads with ribbons
dusty book shelves, stale bread crumbs
haunted graveyards, even over
lousy orchestras, cheesy weddings

when warm streams kiss, snuggle, caress
the naked icy lake
silent screams fill into both young and old ears
shisha pipes, reed flutes, bubble rings
even into compass roses, wind chimes
volcano chimneys


http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/artist/Iggy_Pop_and_Goran_Bregovic/145222

http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/Angola/4124921

A quiet afternoon self-talk

Nothing can be as exciting and promising as a blank piece of paper! Is it so? At least, it felt so now. I used to write long letters to people in the past. Now, I am noticing that I started writing letters just to myself. Is it really so? Well, God knows..

God help psychologists! It must have been easier to define 'the normal' and 'the abnormal' in the last decades. Does it sound normal to enjoy watching films all day long, one after another, while there is so much to be accomplished left aside, waiting..This isn't procrastinating, is it?

Every passing day whispers to humanbeings "You can't continue sucking the nipples of life like that" and gets a drunk, dizzy look in return. If the glaciers continue melting like that we might see more wars on earth. A crazy idea is that heat increases the possibility of people getting violent. If it is so, we should shift the world's population to the poles. They would't find energy to wage war on each other with frozen asses:) Of course this solution is meaningless if we consider a possible polar shift in 2012. Coz there might be no more excessive joy and excessive violence left on earth with people saying ciao to the earth:)

By the way 'excessive' can be a bastard word sometimes, especially in observers' mouth...who decides what is excessive? Gotta check sufi approaches on this...

Is it normal to talk to one's self? Is it normal to think about what is normal?

Oh well, I better shut up and get some coffee.

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http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/brainstorm/200911/the-red-book-one-mans-turmoil

Blues Festival - Cute Rhythms - A fine evening

Little slow but still a good start...

He was great!


They know how to play with those toys:)

She was great, too!

After a long working day she was tired but happy:)

The Blue Chakra

http://radioblogclub.com/open/110361/cat_power/Cat_Power_-_The_Greatest

Sugar spoon holding a river

A coffee scented breath flew into a coyly sparkling aura, a trembling candle flame:

"Here you are,
a sugar-spoonful of remedy for you.."

"What remedy? I wasted so much time thinking of 'to save others or to save myself', who said I should save something/someone anyway, who is gonna save me in the end, God? Maybe...
If we were certain of these things probably time would not possess wealth to be misused or watched over constantly..."

"Sssshhhh, you just rest now, dont misuse your mind...close your eyes and listen, listen to the water, imagine the water is carrying you, no need to worry about where the river is running to...feel light as a long-expected guest and don't doubt your host's hospitality. Take yourself as a blessed guest in this world."

The trembling candle flame slowly fell asleep.

The coffee scented breath ordered one more coffee.

The maroon curtains

...A dazzled face popped out from behind tilted open heavy maroon curtains hiding the rest of the body, hiding the rest of the play, hiding the rest of a lifetime...


http://radioblogclub.com/open/112009/rufus_c/Rufus_Wainwright_-_Cigarettes_and_Chocolate_Milk

The Old Man's Winter Tales - Part 1

"Fuck you baldhead! You have nothing in your chest but a bug's heart. You stole the sweet voice of gleeful birds. You bastardized my mercy!" Roared a disappointed soul that has been fed by faded dreams. This did not feel enough, though, to release the compressed resentment.

"Hey, stop there! Shut your cancerous mouth." Echoed a soul within the soul. "Forgiveness is probably the best virtue and as Francis Bacon once said:
"Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed, or crushed: for prosperity doth best discover vice, but adversity doth best discover virtue.” "

Fiona started singing 'slow like honey'.

Then they both sat on a star and lent an ear to the earth once they lived on, to people who fell asleep mumbling these: "Can one know joy without having tasted sorrow? Can one appreciate hope without having experienced despair?..."

They couldn't quite discern if the baldhead was looking up to the very star they were on...

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- Enough, man! The fire is almost dead and the dog is snoring. You can continue writing about the ghosts tomorrow.

- Ok, fine! You always act as if I am the guest and you are the host. By the way, I am not writing about ghosts. Shit! Look what u did, the bloody ink is all over my shirt.

- Not me, it's you. You are too old to play with pen, I am gonna buy you a typewriter when I have some dough in my pocket.

- You mean to say never.

- Whatever...Brrrr, I hate winters!.. Hey buster, gimme an extra blanket.