by standing with my feet in two boats I will most surely fall between them, in the water i came from... and it will embrace me with its darkness, and consume every inch of me 'till my skin is no longer thirsty. And then, when i will feel its coldness of death, i will come to my sensences and realise it's not the natural way of dealing with my needs. I can't escape though; it seems willing to caress me with a wave and I am willing too to float. yet he wants to take me down...to the depths. I can't see there. I think I will go back now.

Am sa scriu azi cateva randuri numai fiindca mi-am promis sa nu fac si din blogul asta ce fac din multe alte lucruri, o amintire.
Tocmai m-am uitat la un documentar despre Bjork si cred ca asta m-a inspirat putin. E uimitor cat m-a influentat femeia asta. Toata adolescenta am scris in timp ce ascultam bjork si totul a mers bine; cuvintele au venit cand au trebuit sa vina si s-au si amestecat cum trebuie.

Mi-am propus sa ma inspir si eu din avangarda...desi eu stiu ca nu pot face muzica sau chiar arta asa cum intelege omul de rand ( sau de coloana mai bine zis). Am sa adun franturi din alte franturi de care imi aduc aminte si am sa fac eu ceva care sa conteze.