Sometimes I wish I could
read my dreams.
Line by line.
Word by word.
Picture by picture.

But then I realize
I don't need any special knowledge
to understand them.


The only thing that counts,
is that I feel them,
because they are
the perfect connection.

First step in the begining of my design adventure is made. I feel very well recently, so peaceful, complete with myself. This is the perfect moment for me to rise, to shout, to express what I want to. The beginning is just gaining some technical abilities, hopefully in 3 months I will be able to put something interesting here. Stay in touch.

And it feels like I am just too close to love you
There's nothing I can really say
I can't lie no more, I can't hide no more
Got to be true to myself
And it feels like I am just too close to love you
So I'll be on my way

You've given me more that I can return
Yet there's oh so much that you deserve


sounds fammiliar

Imagine if you can
what it is like to have no posessions at all.
Nothing.
Very few people are able to imagine such a thing, to have nothing at all.
Well let us, you and I, try to imagine something a hundred times harder.
Not just to have nothing at all, but when there was nothing at all.
The very beginning of time.
The dawn of history.
Page one.
Nothing at all.
The earth itself with out form, and void.
Only an emptyness, formless, a dark endless waste of water.
No living thing, no plant or tree, no bird or animal.
Nothing.
This is before people.
Before anything at all.
A void.
Sitting silent.
Still.
And then...

Nothing.


Lemon Jelly Page One

We can leave it all behind
This dance will keep us cold
This dance will let you know

It's all in your mind
Take your chance and turn around

I don't want to judge
What's in your heart
But if you're not ready for love
How can you be ready for life?

So let's love fully
And let's love loud
Let's love now
'Cause soon enough we'll die

Chance and chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out is mute. Only chance can speak to us. We read its message much as gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of a cup...

Necessity knows no magic formulae -- they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders.


Milan Kundera The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Find what you love and let it kill you.

Bukowski

Warszawa.
Rozdział trzeci.
____

Nie rozumiem.
Błądzę.
Dalej nie rozumiem.
Poszukuję.
I wciąż nie rozumiem.

Stachura

Oh Florence, I would love to meet U

Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realize that it was you who held me under

Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
All around the world was waking, I never could go back
Cos all the walls of dreaming, they were torn right open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open

Oh, I feel so ALIVE.

To connect, 

to share, 

to dream.

Stronger than ever.

 

So, we're both dreamers.

You exist for your own delight

If you feel you are gifted
Then open up to above.

You want to stay true with
the voice deep inside you
Art-is the answer.


Catti Brandelius
Oslo 2012, Kunstindustrimuseet

Czasami chciałabym żyć w tej
błogiej nieświadomości,
jednak wydaje mi sie, że osiągnięcie
świadomej błogości 
jest o wiele cenniejsze.

Jestem inna, przeklęta, wybrana.