week-ends go by faster than last year

vineri

sambata 1

sambata 2

duminica

tati recomanda

But since never from this abyss has anyone ever returned alive

 

 

 

The Climax, by Aubrey Beardsley

Let  us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, 
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

 

–from „The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

T. S. Eliot

discard the weather

this one is for mona:) : rise and shine, dear, rise and shine!

morning lights don`t scratch my eyes

Morning lights don’t scratch my eyes
Just let me wash up on the shore
I used to have the strangest dreams
But they don’t come here anymore
My duvet’s laid out like an atlas with stains to mark the borderlines
Indentations in my pillow I hope won’t fade with time

Smoke the roach left in the ashtray on which I choked the night before
Stuck my toes under a clothes like mountain ranges on the floor.
I pick my way through crusty dishes and their greasy chemistry
I washed two cups and the remember that you’ve left already.

I let you go so reluctantly and I can still hear your lazy symphony
And just when I found my calling, it’s another mourning morning

The say the devil’s in the detail
I’m gonna blow my eyes instead
I put my memories in a landscape where only reckless angels tread
I watch the fingerprints you left like a secret code upon my skin
And I remember when you told me a guilded crown won’t make a king

pink floyd-ish rain check

do-nothing-day

i do nothing

you do nothing – because of me

we do nothing

that`s how it goes