Beyond eyes

The Forbidden City

2007-05-25T22:21:00.000+03:00

Unspeakable secrets are hidden within the Forbidden City.

Everyone will suffer

2007-05-22T15:00:00.000+03:00

- Your Daddy loves you.
- He wants me to go away!
- No he doesn't...
- But he doesnt know...
- He doesnt know what?
- Everyone will suffer ...
...
- You don't want to hurt anyone.
- But I do, and I'm sorry. It won't stop.

Beyond words

2007-05-17T14:29:00.000+03:00

- Am I beautiful, my love ?
- Beyond words. Am I ?
- Oh yes. Beyond words.

- You killed her !!
- No, I didn't. I only let her die.

False light

2007-05-15T22:21:00.000+03:00

I guess your state of mind
Is not yours to desire
And all you need is time

to find your space in false light ...

Too many times

2007-05-12T21:29:00.000+03:00

Too many times I have been high
Too many times I ran away, no need to cry
Too many times my body lies awake
Too many times these pills I take
Too many times I've woken up depressed
Too many times I put my life to the test
Too many times I've taken this trip
Too many times I have slipped
Too many times my body can't take
Too many times I've made a mistake
Too many times I haven't realized
Too many times my mind became paralyzed

Last Man Standing

2007-05-09T08:45:00.000+03:00

Smells like opium ...

2007-05-07T09:36:00.000+03:00

Opium, nicotine, valium, vicodin, marijuana, ecstasy and alcohol ...

Opium is a narcotic resin and it contains up to 16% morphine, which is most frequently processed chemically to produce heroin for the black market.
Valium is a drug which is a benzodiazepine derivative. It possesses anxiolytic, anticonvulsant, sedative, skeletal muscle relaxant and amnestic properties. This makes it a useful drug for treating anxiety, insomnia, seizures, alcohol withdrawal, and muscle spasms.
Vicodin is a selective pain killer commonly seen as a white tablet with the name "Vicodin".

I feel ...

2007-05-02T10:33:00.000+03:00

I feel wonderful, I could sky dive from the moon
Sail an ocean, on my fingertips
When the wind screams your name, i'll take his hand
I'm free, to run, run, run, to you

I feel wonderful

Bad dreams

2007-05-01T00:24:00.000+03:00

- Do you have bad dreams?
- Sometimes.
- What happens in your dreams?
- They come for me.
- Who comes?
- They.
- Why do They come for you?
- To eat me.

Who is she ?

2007-04-29T19:08:00.000+03:00

Oh, who is she ? A misty memory ? A haunting face, is she a lost embrace ? Am I in love with just a theme ? Or is she just a dream ? A mystery ?

I call her name across an endless plain. She'll answer me, i hope, where ever she may be ... but who is she ?

Somewhere across the sea of time, a love immortal just like mine will come to me eternally. Immortal she, oh please ... return to me.

Am descoperit Kumm

2007-04-25T15:11:00.000+02:00

Spre tine ma-ndrept
Si cred c-ai o mie de chipuri
La fel cu-acel pe care-l privesc
Zâmbesc, visez cu orbite solare
La fel cu-acel care-i altul mereu

Nu pot sa ating
Cuvintele ce-ncet se sting
Nu pot fi altul decât sunt
Ma înspimânt
Suntem toti o apa si-un pamânt

Pe tine te-astept
Iar tu nici nu stii ca traiesc
La fel, fidel unui punct de rascruce
Ce-aduce cu visele noastre comune
Ramâne doar sa vedem unde-o duce

Nu pot sa ating
Cuvintele ce-ncet se sting
Nu pot fi altul decât sunt
Ma înspimânt
Suntem toti o apa si-un pamânt

Gray

2007-04-25T09:13:00.000+02:00

A long walk from home. A longer walk into the fields. Colors everywhere. Rich greens, reds, blues ... a spectacle of light. I see gray, dark, morbid tones. I raise my camera and shoot. Yes. Perfect. One more, i know it will be the same, but i take one more. Perfect again. Every place i'm in, every mood i'm in, every thing i do ... Every move i make, every step i take, every thing i know.
Gray

End

2007-04-22T20:12:00.000+02:00

3 billion human lives will end on August 29th, 2007. The survivors of the nuclear fire will call the war Judgment Day. They will live only to face a new nightmare: the war against the machines.

Con dei piedi l’punte

2007-04-14T10:06:00.000+02:00

Away

2007-04-11T10:51:00.000+02:00

Take me away ... million miles away from here!

Discrimination

2007-04-04T20:20:00.000+02:00

Nightcrawler: Excuse me? They say you can imitate anybody, even their voice.
Mystique: [as Nightcrawler] Even their voice.
Nightcrawler: Then why not stay in disguise all the time? You know, look like everyone else.
Mystique: Because we shouldn't have to.

Mutation

2007-04-02T16:37:00.000+02:00

Mutation. It is the key to our evolution. It has enabled us to evolve from a single-celled organism into the dominant species on the planet. This process is slow, normally taking thousands and thousands of years. But every few millennia, evolution leaps forward.

Vampire vs Human

2007-03-31T08:34:00.000+02:00

-Hi.
-Hi.
-Come here often?.
-All the time.
-I don' t see any marks.
-You haven' t seen the rest of my body.
-Is that an invitation?.
-Sorry, I'm taken.
-And, where is your host?
-He's here somewhere.
-This host, what's his name?.
-Marius.
-Sorry, don't know the guy.
-Of course not. He's an ancient.
-There aren't any ancients left. They all turned to dust.So unless you've got him in a bottle somewhere .
-You're brave to joke. I wish you could meet him.
-And why is that?.
-Because you might learn something.Excuse me.
-Going somewhere?
...
-Now this will only hurt a little bit. In fact, you might even enjoy it.

Wild Things

2007-03-28T12:16:00.000+02:00

Detective Corelli: Are you a pro?
Catherine: No, I'm an amateur.
Detective Corelli: Were you ever engaged in any sadomasochistic activity?
Catherine: Exactly what did you have in mind, Mr. Correli?
Detective Corelli: Did you ever do drugs with the deceased?
Catherine: Sure.
Detective Corelli: You like playing games don't you?
Catherine: I have a degree in psychology, it goes with the turf... Games are fun.
Detective Corelli: How can anyone so beautiful be so manipulative !?!

System

2007-03-22T17:30:00.000+02:00

Take my breath away

2007-03-21T09:35:00.000+02:00

I heard you for the first time on the radio
When I was going somewhere in a car
You touched my heart, like a knife that's very sharp
Or like a bird, you just set free
That's just like me, when I hear you speakI like vanilla and I like sex
I ride the pony that I like best
I knew I that there was something I missed
I was fifteen when I first got kissed, before I knew about the equality way
I wanted to get laid to "Take my breath away"

I rise

2007-03-20T15:28:00.000+02:00

You may pull me down, until i hurt
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may throw me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I shall rise.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still, like a bird, I shall rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries ?

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I shall rise.

Get up, stand up!

2007-03-16T11:19:00.000+02:00

Get up, stand up ... open your eyes!

Pass this on

2007-03-15T07:40:00.000+02:00

I'm in love with your brother
what's his name?
I thought I'd come by
to see him again
when you two danced
oh what a dance
when you two laughed
oh what a laugh
has he mentioned my age love?
or is he more into young girls with dyed black hair?
I'm in love with your brother
I thought I'd come by

...

Stop looking

2007-03-13T12:23:00.000+02:00

I close my eyes
My haunting place.
Wherever I am
I see your face.

I see you
You're not there.
I hear you
But there's nothing.

Don't hurt me
I'm pleading.
Stop looking
I'm bleeding.

Silent little sin

2007-03-06T15:31:00.000+02:00

The darkness is suffocating and relentless
Revealing her while she creeps up to my bed
I feel her hand touching me and I know it's time
Time to go away ... deep inside my head

So I go to "sleep," to a place where it
all just seems like a very bad dream
A place that I can pretend nothings wrong, a
place where I never cry and I never scream

I hear her grown while she lays here in my arms
Trying to lure me in, with her darkest charms
I feel her breath, creeping down my naked skin
I try to stop, but i want this love. Our silent little sin.

Creature

2007-03-05T14:10:00.000+02:00

It flows around him and it reaches the ground
A macabre creature takes birth on the body found
Widely distorted and with a chilling effect
Yet a thrilling achievement for this architect

Becoming conscientious now it feels so real
Revealing what it means, a casing tries to conceal
Soul unclean, now here's his monochromatic dream
Silence ... Silence .... Scream.

Angajare de clown

2007-03-04T12:06:00.000+02:00

Într-un spectacol reuşit de actorie, cei trei clovni fac ultimele tumbe dinaintea extincţiei reluând inconştient istoria creaţiei: înălţare - cădere - agonie - extaz. Unde înălţarea şi extazul ţin de prietenie, de bucuria cu care fiecare îşi ocroteşte înfrigurat partenerii de arenă. Apoi, de jocul din care e făcută esenţa artei lor. Iar căderea şi agonia ţin de starea concurenţială în care fiecare vrea să intre primul la acest (ultim) casting ca să ia crema succesului şi - inevitabil - să-şi înlăture prietenii. Chiar şi fizic. Cu suflete de copii, cei trei, acum, înainte de cea din urmă scamatorie, sunt nostalgici după starea primară a tumbelor de grup, după gradul zero al adorabilelor şuturi în fund. Emblematică pentru perfecta inadecvare a artei lor la ritmul vieţii actuale este scena cu clovnul repetând de zece ani pantomima cu ploaia ("ştiţi cât de greu este de redat ploaia, aproape la fel de greu ca şi mersul pe loc"). Doar arbitrarul ploii salvează personajul mimat de la moartea prin lovituri în scena în care acesta respiră o candoare tragică.

Dar, cu toată nostalgia după paradisul bufoneriilor, încasarea cruzimilor e la ordinea zilei, iar pattern-urile comportamentale ale agresivităţii devin a doua lor natură. Aici stă reuşita spectacolului: în ambivalenţa permanentă cu care personajele trăiesc totul. Căci ceea ce se citeşte limpede în montarea regizorului este starea inconştientă în care cei trei practică, la diferenţă de un minut, generozitatea; apoi rapacitatea; şi din nou ajutorul cald pe care şi-l oferă unul altuia. Clovnii sunt de o mobilitate interioară extremă, părând să acceseze, în fiecare secundă, toate registrele afectivităţii. Şi, astfel, relaţiile dintre ei se schimbă cu viteza luminii, ceea ce obligă actorii la o perpetuă demonstraţie de virtuozitate în modul rapid în care reacţionează unul la replica, gestul şi starea celorlalţi. Relaţiile lor se derulează pe nisipuri mişcătoare. Când joacă doi împotriva celui de al treilea, când fiecare împotriva celorlalţi. De aici ritmul de ping-pong în care cele mai grozave mutaţii se petrec în atitudinea lor: complicităţi de o clipă, venin de minute. Cine poate să reziste la această gimnastică a afectivităţii decât artistul de circ, experimentând splendoarea şi cruzimea tot la două minute, trist şi sublim, obişnuit să încaseze, pe propria cocoaşă, toată răutatea lumii?

Emoţiile se succed în stare pură fără să lase nimic în urmă, în afara grijii, la fel de repede uitate, pentru cine le plăteşte drumul (desigur, ultimul). Şi, bineînţeles, în afara fantasmelor în care se proiectează "milioane de supe".

Aşa arată cei trei clovni, pe deplin deprinşi cu regula jocului, într-un spectacol despre modelele comportamentale şi substanţa relaţiilor între artişti. În lumea lor de circ, esenţele pure ale artei s-au amalgamat, Binele, Adevărul şi Frumosul au devenit pasta groasă din care se nasc tumbele, scamatoriile, şuturile în fund. Şi, în final, crima.

Oooh

2007-03-03T12:45:00.000+02:00

She moves like she don't care
Smooth as silk, cool as air
Oooh it makes you wanna’ cry

She doesn't know your name
And your heart beats like a subway train
Oooh it makes you wanna’ die

Hello and Welcome

2007-03-02T12:57:00.000+02:00

Hello and welcome
At your own risk
You're always welcome
Without guarantee

If you're so brave, then face the tide
There's no mercy in this life
Now it's time to feel and see
What is fiction and what's reality

Hello and welcome
Just look at me
Think about your future
But still try to lead

Too much confidence in what you have
Bad idea to feel too safe
Overload your destiny
And you'll wake up behind me

Hello and welcome
It's your own risk
You're always welcome
To enjoy reality

Hello...hello
Just look at me
Just look at me
It's your destiny

Adamantium

2007-03-01T13:18:00.000+02:00

The tricky thing about adamantium is, that if you ever manage to process it's raw, liquid form, you got to keep it that way. Keep it hot. Because once the metal cools, it's indestructible, but you already know that, don't you ?

Not alone

2007-02-27T10:50:00.000+02:00

Autophobia is a phobia (persistent and irrational fear) of being alone. The word is derived from the Greek words autos ("self") and phobos ("fear").

Many people who fear being alone fear being unloved, unwanted, or unrecognized. This fear often leads sufferers to enter into and remain in destructive social relationships. It can also lead them to engage in codependency and self-destructive behavior.

Random

2007-02-26T22:23:00.001+02:00

Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplaces, occurrences
Chances are surprises
Another state of consciousness

Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around

Photographic memory

2007-02-26T09:32:00.000+02:00

Sometimes the bad times hit me ...
Turning into a romantic philosopher.
Sometimes I close my eyes and see
I'm a detached photographer.

Can't lie to a camera,
It just shows you what it sees.
I just see pictures, you're a
Photographic memory.

Joga

2007-02-15T17:25:00.000+02:00

all the accidents that happen

follow the dot

coincidence makes sense

only with you

you don't have to speak

i feel

emotional landscapes

they puzzle me

So broken

2007-02-14T10:58:00.000+02:00

So broken,
In pieces,
My heart is so broken,
I'm puzzling.

Angel

2007-02-13T10:51:00.000+02:00

Falling... Me caigo. Fall of an angel... you can see the fall. When you're feeling high... Yo estoy dentro de las sombras ... When you kiss the earth, angel of your mind I'm flowing.
Dentro de tus suenos mas profundos, Yo te oigo me llamas, ... celestial ... tus miedos profundos. Me ves cayendo ... Me caigo ... Falling ... Vivo dentro de tu espiritu, Fall of an angel, la tiendo dentro de tu corazon ... You can see the fall... Angel... In your deepest dreams
Sufriendo, fluyendo dentro de ti ... Fall of an angel ... Besando la tierra, asciende te, levantando te, fluyendo dentro de ti, atraves de ti, cuando te lavantas, cuando esta triste, cuando lloras con la luvia ...

As oceans collide
From the moon across the sun
I'm wasting my breath
With no name and no one

Silence of the sound
And the color of the night
The sounds from the thoughts
And the thoughts from the night

Fluid and sinking
I melt into the light
There's nothing but space
And my soul can't take flight

Silence of the sound
And the colors of the night
The sounds from the thoughts
And the thoughts from the night

Fall of an angel... Falling...

SHE

2007-02-12T12:49:00.000+02:00

She did love to be photographed..., and people loved to take pictures of her and do little things for her.

At that time, everybody was tall, thin and blond. Everybody posed, everybody gave you a look. But she was different.

Romania was not ready for this. But Italy was. It was the right moment... and being of the moment is everything in fashion. But of course, the more you were of the moment... the faster you become of the past.

Curse of the golden flower

2007-02-09T09:57:00.000+02:00

Unspeakable secrets are hidden within the forbidden city.

One king.

One queen.

His power.

Her rebellion.

It's a queen. She'll breed. You'll die.

2007-02-06T23:40:00.000+02:00

You are... a beautiful, beautiful, butterfly.

I play dead

2007-02-03T10:06:00.000+02:00

darling stop confusing me

with your wishful thinking
hopeful embraces
don't you understand?
i have to go through this
i belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear

i play dead
it stops the hurting
i play dead
and hurting stops

it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
i nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache

i play dead
it stops the hurting

2007-01-31T16:02:00.000+02:00

Life and death, energy and peace.

If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.

2007-01-30T11:57:00.000+02:00

Wait a minute. What am I supposed to feel? Sorry for you because you made ten thousand a minute doing fuckin' nothing?
"Oh it was so hard, so terrible, they treated me so bad." Listen boy, you had a free ride. And you fuckin' blew it. And me? I'm some kid from Nowhere, reading fashion magazines, looking at your picture and thinking I'm supposed to look like that. And going fucking crazy because I don't. Because nobody told me it was a lie. Because the magazine doesn't come with a label that says, "Caution: This is a lie. Nobody looks like this."
Not even you.

Frosti

2007-01-29T17:49:00.000+02:00

The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that little extra.

Nico

2007-01-26T10:38:00.000+02:00

Every model has a moment... I mean, the ones who make it at all. And being of the moment is everything in fashion.

Fashion is not art. Fashion isn't even culture. Fashion is advertising... and advertising is money. And for every dollar you earn,someone has to pay.

They were jealous of her. They still are.

They all try to do it now... give you an attitude... but she invented it.

Bachlorette

2007-01-25T09:59:00.000+02:00

I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near

I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break

All is full of love

2007-01-24T11:02:00.000+02:00

You don't mean nothing to me

2007-01-22T11:03:00.000+02:00

In the day … In the night … Say it all or just say it right. You either got it or you don't, you either stand or you fall … When your will is broken, when it slips from your hand, when there's no time for joking … There's a hole in the plan.

You don't mean nothing at all to me … No, you don't mean nothing at all.

Do you got what it takes to set me free?
Oh you could mean everything to me …

I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault.I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark. I can't say that I don't know that I am alive. And all of what I feel I could show you … something.

You don't mean nothing at all to me … No, you don't mean nothing at all.

Do you got what it takes to set me free?
Oh you could mean everything to me …

From my hands I could give you something that I made. From my mouth I could kiss you another time. From my body I could show you a place God knows and you should know that space is holy. Do you really want to go?

You don't mean nothing at all to me … No, you don't mean nothing at all.

Do you got what it takes to set me free?
Oh you could mean everything to me …

Cosmic Orgasm

2007-01-21T19:05:00.000+02:00

I Monster - Heaven ... just let it in your brain!

What happened to me ?

2007-01-21T09:59:00.000+02:00

You once told me I wouldn’t know it enough

Well, let me tell you something
Yeah, I do
You once told me I wouldn't feel it enough
Well, let me tell you that
Baby, I do

Sometimes I find myself lost in a scene
In a dream that's so far away
Sometimes
Tell me what happened to me ...

Sometimes I see myself falling
Although I don't show it much
Sometimes I'm crazy for you
Well, maybe I'm fine
And tell me you're mine

Sometimes I find myself lost in a scene
In a dream that's so far away
Sometimes, I ...
Tell me what happened to me.

Tell me, baby, can you hold me now?
You don't have to say it-I feel it, too
And maybe I'm falling or maybe
But I don’t show it much

Tell me, baby
Can you see me now?
Show me baby that I don’t know how
How can I start to see inside the fog?

But sometimes I find myself in a scene
In a dream that's so far away
Sometimes
Tell me what's happened to me

In a scene, in a dream that's so far away
Sometimes
Tell me what's happened to me

...

Listen

2007-01-20T09:15:00.000+02:00

I sing a song ... will you please listen ? It's the only way i can speak to you. Let your feelings stay so empty ... now you're telling me we're through.

Vampires

2007-01-19T11:27:00.000+02:00

How do we seem to you? Do you find us beautiful, magical? Our white skin, our fierce eyes? "Drink" you ask me, do you have any idea of the thing you will become?

You fouls! You kill me, you kill yourselves!

Do you ever see things when you're stoned?

2007-01-18T10:13:00.000+02:00

Do you remember that game we used to play when we were little? The one where we would make ourselves hold our breath until we passed out? Then you'd always get scared and call Mom and I'd get in to trouble?

That game really sucked.

We really need to talk. These last few days, I've been feeling very left out, watching you hang out with all your cool, new friends.

You're starting to understand, aren't you? How it all starts with wanting? What were you thinking when he was in that stall with you? Because even I - really - was shocked. I mean, what did you want when he was pushing up against you? You're starting to figure it out, aren't you? How it all starts innocently enough, today you wanna to fuck him - tomorrow you just wanna bite a hole in his sternum.

Take me ... away

2007-01-17T21:57:00.000+02:00

million miles away from here

4 Just 1 Day

2007-01-17T17:18:00.000+02:00

I want to break all regulations because we all go the same way and we've all pass the same stations. I want to feel totally free, levitating, with no responsibilities, no desires ... just surviving. That's the key. I want to forget the value of money and gold ... I want to live life my way. Our life is a never ending circle of power, success, weakness and defeat, but the thought of being part of it makes your existence lonely and depressive.
You´d freak out if you didn´t have the opportunity to escape the real world once in a while. Prowling in a temporary ecstasy and overcoming the feeling of loneliness, letting life penetrate your subconsciousness, makes you realize that you were born and that you´ll gonna die without having any influence on it.
I don't want to live forever. For just one day, i just want dreams and fantasy, not my own reality.

Life never stops

2007-01-16T17:13:00.000+02:00

Murdered. Her hair was black and so were her eyes. Stabbed right in her heart, not usually one of her vulnerable spots.

It happened on a well-known street, the murder, inside a fine clothing store, amid hustle and bustle. Hysteria as she fell ... perhaps.

Azriel. I knew her. Yes. She'd been a friend of mine. Azriel. Rich and lovely to behold. Most of all she longed for death. I know that now. She invited it. A release from the pain of living. Her dark red blood coursed through the pavement veins sweeter than life itself.

But I remembered Azriel pretty well. She wanted to know everything, one of those kind, humble, ever listening, and sweet, yes, very sweet. I remembered her. Sure. Ironic, that doe of a girl slain and then the tragedy of her family's delusions. Perhaps ...

I was right about one thing. When we are forgotten, we cease to exist. I forgot about her. I forgot that she'd been murdered. Azriel. I guess I forgot that she'd ever been alive.

The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us.

Locked together in hatred. But you can't hate me, Azriel. Azriel my love, you was mortal to me. I gave you my immortal kiss and I became your mother, and your father, and so you are mine forever.

Sometimes ... they fly

2007-01-15T10:41:00.000+02:00

He leaves his room and walks far away
on the highest cliff his body does sway,
as the sun sets, he loses his frown...
smiling, he falls into the sea to drown.

Money buys beauty

2007-01-14T09:23:00.000+02:00

We have to be perfect consumers because we appreciate beauty and money buys beauty everywhere. Beauty we simply cannot get in nature, beauty is superior to nature ... Beauty that can only be had for money.
And of course to enhance this beauty we need drugs which cost more money and we spend it gladly and then we become depressed because nothing is quite as beautiful as before anymore. And then one day we wake up and we take a drive and we see the sunset with new eyes ... and we love it, because it is big and red and beautiful ...

Sitting on the moon

2007-01-13T11:06:00.000+02:00

I'm sitting on the moon
Watching planet blue, hello
Looking all around
Rotating without sound, where are you?
Where are you? I'm sitting on the moon
Where are you? I am missing you

I came from very far
A little unknown star, hello
I don't know what to do
It's so cold and blue, without you
Where are you? I'm sitting on the moon
Where are you? I am missing you ...

Sex vs. Love

2007-01-12T14:28:00.000+02:00

Sex was really easy. There was sex everywhere. It didn't really mean too much. Love, love was the hard thing to find. Even if you were looking for it, which not too many people were. And even if you found it, which not too many people did, even if it was right there in front of you. No ... how could you see it with all the sex in the way?

Many times ...

2007-01-11T12:08:00.000+02:00

Many times I've called for him, but there was no answer. Just the endless procession of days, months, years... My teacher left me to my darkest lesson, that in the end, we are alone, and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity...

2007

2007-01-10T11:59:00.000+02:00

I know, I know. Life is so disappointing. Here you are. You have arrived. You are here. This is your moment. What do you have? You have pain. You have everything. What do you have? You have nothing. Everything is right, or everything is wrong. It's disappointing, it's confusing. This is life. What can we do?

2006-12-21T21:21:00.000+02:00

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you ... little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me ... for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
But ... if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.

2.0.0.7. See A.R.T.

2006-12-18T12:32:00.000+02:00

Hundreds of years ahead of him. A welcome from the far future to the darkness of present and past, the artist is obvious for the next installment. You are all about to dive into a new dimension of the astrolabe, the images will guide you into the epic tale of the endless space, light and color. Endless darkness, eternal halcyon, the definite riddle. All has the same way…

Fear this!… Fear the forthcoming!.. There’s no way to hide or run away from the discovery…Cosmic doors are open…and yes, it does move, and yes Halcyon goes on the artistic journey without any limitation on time, space and any dimension of existence. Just light and darkness.

The colors hypnotizes the self, a progressive start to the new chapter, showcasing the essential quality of the artist ... Like a poetic harmony, traditional roots are meeting the future, the light fades out to darkness, to repeat the reality of what you have already started … Images are in futuristic compositions, deep mystic layers are lying down to the post modern view of this continuum … Fading into a fabulous artistic collage, you start to wonder and begin to feel. Feel the creationism, feel the images, surpass the hexagonal experience, flow into this translucent river of light and color.

You are all about to wake up in your dream… Rolling spheres, planets and galaxies ... you wake up in space. Lights and shadows, colors and shades of gray are is leading you throughout this experience until the next path in your galaxy. A genuine operatic new age vision, ethereal and unpredictable. In the end of this unique architecture you arrive to an oozing silent scream in an unbreakable silence, the extra terrestrial masterpiece and the morphing soul is now frozen with the coldness… Art is here ... Alive!

From dream to nightmare, from light to darkness, these images collide together to bring you closer to your inner demons. It's a dark, haunting atmosphere… Stars are all falling down, from this precious invisible love, heading to the volcanic moon of Jupiter, meet the natives, see the shades of the mechanism, something organic breathing there, it is excited to see you, staring at you with red eyes…It's the artist himself, but every journey has a returning time, so you are bond to go back. You are flowing, you are dreaming … of someone left behind. You left a piece of your heart in your last stop, it is aching deep inside, but this is what the artist is feeding… true emotions. Very special emotions, with loads of senses inside. This is an image not to be seen, an image for just to be felt inside.No words can describe the feeling in this image…Sensual, capturing, mesmerizing layers…

This is the ending perspective in a night dream in which you are all gazing into the dark sky at the glimmering stars … hoping ... for better! Hoping ... for more Halcyon.

The end was actually hiding a new beginning in its sphere ... darkness became the light, the wind turned into the smell of fear… and the endless space has started sending the message. It was the time to decode the signals from the laboratory of the alchemist … We are obscure, we are complex … Feel the routine ... see the unfathomable and the esoteric movement of the astrolabe… See ART!

Dreaming of Andromeda ... 2007 ... Soon ...

Shh ... Secrets!

2006-12-16T19:15:00.000+02:00

Some houses

2006-12-15T13:18:00.000+02:00

Houses... are alive. This is something we know. News from our nerve endings. If we're quiet, if we listen, we can hear houses breath. Sometimes, in the depth of the night, you can even hear them groan. It's as if they were having bad dreams. A good house cradles and comforts, a bad one fills us with instinctive unease. Bad houses hate our warmth and our human-ness. That blind hate of our humanity is what we mean when we use the word 'haunted'...

Is it life ?

2006-12-14T17:52:00.000+02:00

It n ever fel t so right before
They need to be in it much more
They can't believe this kind of fate
They can't runaway...
Is it life?

Scents

2006-12-13T20:53:00.000+02:00

Black XS, by Paco Rabanne

Millésime Impérial, by Creed

Together

2006-12-12T16:46:00.000+02:00

Animals, Objects, Humans
We all are the same ...
Together

Past, Present, Future

2006-12-11T19:34:00.000+02:00

Falling stars

2006-12-10T23:11:00.000+02:00

Words ...

2006-12-08T00:31:00.000+02:00

What more can i say ?

4 the 1st time

2006-12-07T11:46:00.000+02:00

Hear my spirit crying in the night and i feel like i'm in love with you ... for the first time.
I believe you feel you gotta be and i feel like everything you do, you do it for me

For the first time ...
For me ... for me

Can you handle what i feel ?

2006-12-05T20:53:00.000+02:00

Can you ?

I am sitting by the moon

2006-12-04T19:12:00.000+02:00

Hello!

Looks like a storm is coming

2006-12-03T13:06:00.000+02:00

Haze ... breathe in

2006-12-01T19:07:00.000+02:00

Haze, with no air to breathe
Blaze, from the sunshine
Standing, fresh air from deep within
Faeries dancing all over me

Here, where love can grow
Clear, still waters
Blue, from a summer sky
True words never die

Gazing at a perfect sky
Close your eyes, and I'll be there by your side
Dreaming of the days gone by
Take me back to when I was by your side,

I need some sleep

2006-11-30T21:44:00.000+02:00

I need some sleep
I can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss

Light

2006-11-29T18:44:00.000+02:00

Listen ...

2006-11-27T10:49:00.000+02:00

No words ... just sounds ...

"Out by 16 ... "

2006-11-26T16:49:00.000+02:00

Out by 16 or dead
in the scene, but together forever.


                 
Lie down!


                 
Lie down!


                 
Thought you were gonna die.


                 
I'm changing ...
full moons have nothing to do with it.


                 
It's like an infection
it works from the inside out.


                 
It's like a virus.


                 
Something is really,
really wrong with me.


                 
I can't be like this.


                 
This is monkshood.


                 
I don't know if you smoke it
or eat it or what,


                 
but I need to try it now.


                 
Ginger!
Please, it's me ...

Don't slip away ...

2006-11-25T18:54:00.000+02:00

There is something in the way
You're always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
I don't believe in God
But I pray for you

Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love

There is something in the way
You're always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
So the light fades out
And you're so close to lose it

Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love

Fight ...

2006-11-24T14:31:00.000+02:00

This was an accident, not the kind were sirens sound, I never even noticed he was suddenly paying attention to me. From the look in his eyes i knew he never felt delicate or innocent, but scared and ready for a fight for survival. It's like life ... still somebody loses cause there's no way to turn around and you have to be ready for anything. Staring at this photograph, with everything now in the past, he looks like he never felt so lonely and I wish that I could show him love.
Random acts of mindlessness, common place, occurrences, chances or surprises, another state of consciousness ... Some animal loses cause there's no way to turn around. Humans play games and play tricks, but they don't even notice that, by their side, someone, something is , hurting, crying or dying. It's a matter of luck ... like a game of pick up sticks played by fucking lunatics.
Fight for animal rights!

Suicide

2006-11-23T12:49:00.000+02:00

Have you ever thought about committing suicide? Leaving the world behind ? The sorrow, the pain and fear of the unknown future ... all gone in an instant. Delivering from any human needs and pressure in just one second ... one second. Your cry for help is lost in this lonely world in which you are completely alone and nobody helps you when you're feeling down ... the loneliness is breaking your heart. It would be so simple to go down the stairs of the final way, but the fear of the unknown world beyond, of having nothing, of being nothing keeps you on your designated way and takes away your longing for self-destruction. That is why you will never commit suicide.

"Dreaming ... "

2006-11-23T01:36:00.000+02:00

Stand by me and look at me
Sleep next to me and dream about me
No use to remember everything that's been
Because all that was is now gone.
Sing with me and listen to me
Cry for me and rescue me.
It's not hard to think that you are me
And my desire is yours.
Turn off the light and light me
Rip from you, make me whole

Stop my dreaming and wake me up.

Lyrics by Vita de Vie - Visare (english transcript)

"They"

2006-11-22T16:12:00.000+02:00

Cluj, Romania, Europe, 2006.
I found them sitting on a bench. Waiting ... for nothing. People didn't notice them, but that's okay, because they didn't notice other people. They were waiting ... it doesn't matter for what, they already knew it was too late. Just the endless procession of minutes, hours, days... Who knew how many days they sat there ? ... Maybe the dog, always happy to see them. They left me to my darkest lesson, that in the end, we are alone, and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity.Zalau, Romania, Europe, 2006.
I found him behind the dirty blocks of flats of my neighborhood, among dirt, garbage and misery. I knew him ... didn't knew his name, but his face was familliar to everyone. He's been here for a long time, but his mind was far away. "Mentally challenged" they say... living his perfect little life in his own little perfect world. He didn't knew i was there, watching him ... he didn't care. He was looking for something. Scattering the dead leaves, empty plastic containers and dirt, he was looking for something. I'll never know what ... Whatever happened to him I do not know. He goes on, day by day, night by night. His spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.

Love, ash and cancer

2006-11-21T19:16:00.000+02:00

Life ... it starts, it ends, and you have nothing to do about it. Like cancer ... Don't smoke!