obscene I feel like Marie Antoinette when she said that if the bread was finished, the people could give the croissants, but I ... Sometimes I really believe that music for me is vital. Yes yes yes, is the colossal bitch who can say only a spoiled girl, this I know. But music interests me more than design, more than anything, I'm interested in so manic, I think.
is an addiction that overwhelms me so ungovernable since the mid ... It is indeed a painful passion, unresolved, I do not know how to balance. The music is all over the field that is inaccessible to me, but at the same time that more than I care about. What remains for me is that listening to music always, always, are insatiable for new things and things have already been developed, I never peace. I completely dominates. Just to medium-sized (third year, perhaps), I tried to represent this feeling with an oil, an oil on a sheet of paper slightly larger than an A4. E despite the technical errors are wasting, I can proudly show it for what it represents and the state of mind where I wanted.
I guess I imagined listening Echoes of Pink Floyd, which is the song that I hope will accompany me when transitions
.* As, however, these emotions I will always know, tonight I was caught quite unprepared by a creature that I do not know where the hell ideas ... It's called Phildel. I found wandering in total unsuspecting online (long live the serendipity, too). On the web I found almost nothing on her, even though it ended up on the BBC Radio4: already my desire to share is constant, but then I would find criminal does not talk about it. So, this is his myspace. Disappearance of the Girl is the song that I really grind (on the site there is also the text). I felt no emotions so very cumbersome for a song, I think. It reminded me of my own medium, which for me were that age when my feelings were absolute and unlimited and totally contemptuous of the boundaries of habit. I have always trained to preserve the surprise, but this time it was all new. At that age I could listen Child In Time Deep Purple without a little voice whispered maliciously old and shabby something negative about it. Unnatural, I'm trying to keep this privilege of virginity with my two groups essentially unavoidable, namely Pink Floyd and Queen: I'm stubborn to keep that last stash of records still to be heard, to have more of their treasures to be listen for the first time!
There was a movie that I loved the medium absurd, where I could find my suffering in failing to sustain the beauty of music: Billy Elliot . When Billy massacres against the wall when drilling the table by jumping on them when fleeing over the rooftops ... It was there that I heard for the first time that both the T. Rex The Clash ... London Calling , so perfect in that sequence, it was unbearable, I wanted to die, every time (and a bit ', still). The real problem that I have ever had with beauty is the bear. It is unfounded to say that way ... beauty "blinding" ... Beauty that you are unable to contain, to under-stand. The only way I would have to contain the beauty being it would . But it is not human, this. This is not to be beautiful: in this case the beauty caresses you still just as adjective. What we wear is not prohibited, but the whole rienderla ourselves. I will not ever beauty. I groped desperately to draw, or photograph it, but deep down I know I'm just pathetic ways to capture her, to imitate ...
Phildel's voice you can not trap. I understand it well
Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, the protagonist of Perfume , and envy him to madness. While listening to the voice of
Phildel are obsessed by a foolish question, the one that emerged a decade ago: how can co-exist on earth something like this sound ... and then all the rest? Rest where there is everything and, inevitably, there is also the worst, now I do not even want to mention ...
I can only say that if the humans can create even spells like that, then maybe, maybe really all the tragedies with which we have destroyed the Earth have a modicum of sense ... I am becoming convinced that Phildel is a lovely mermaid with the long hair, but it really should not surprise me if she was a monster, capable of anything like other human beings. Perhaps humans are ingrained indistantemente all these choices, the most terrible and most wonderful ... It is an idea that borders on the unconscionable!
There's only one and I sure did not belong to human beings: Farookh Bulsara, or Freddie Mercury. He it was really divine. In fact, not dead, it is impossible. The idea of \u200b\u200bhis death makes it all meaningless. I can not really think about it. His death is only the date of birth that happens when you open a page on him.
... Write in here like a diary is certainly inappropriate. I regret it tomorrow, I'm already regretting now. But it is always the same story: I believe in sharing, in spite of everything, and serendipity. And it's better that never cease to believe in sharing, otherwise I'll end up thinking like Christopher McCandless. About: Sean Penn, you are a disgusting traitor. Make sure to read the book Into The Wild : the film Alexander Supertramp stabs behind at the last moment, hoping to take you to the stomach. But Sean Penn has not been able to say everything and, what is worse, he said things that no one can know if they are true. Who knows
in Alaska if I could sustain the beauty ...
One evening, my friend, Gianvito, wept after a movie. He had never done, as I remember. But she did not cry for having identified with the characters. She cried for the Royal. He cried because the film was too good.
* NdEta : no, I remembered that the song was Ederlezi Goran Bregovic. The same effect is now overflowing with me in 2011 ...
I guess I imagined listening Echoes of Pink Floyd, which is the song that I hope will accompany me when transitions
.* As, however, these emotions I will always know, tonight I was caught quite unprepared by a creature that I do not know where the hell ideas ... It's called Phildel. I found wandering in total unsuspecting online (long live the serendipity, too). On the web I found almost nothing on her, even though it ended up on the BBC Radio4: already my desire to share is constant, but then I would find criminal does not talk about it. So, this is his myspace. Disappearance of the Girl is the song that I really grind (on the site there is also the text). I felt no emotions so very cumbersome for a song, I think. It reminded me of my own medium, which for me were that age when my feelings were absolute and unlimited and totally contemptuous of the boundaries of habit. I have always trained to preserve the surprise, but this time it was all new. At that age I could listen Child In Time Deep Purple without a little voice whispered maliciously old and shabby something negative about it. Unnatural, I'm trying to keep this privilege of virginity with my two groups essentially unavoidable, namely Pink Floyd and Queen: I'm stubborn to keep that last stash of records still to be heard, to have more of their treasures to be listen for the first time!
There was a movie that I loved the medium absurd, where I could find my suffering in failing to sustain the beauty of music: Billy Elliot . When Billy massacres against the wall when drilling the table by jumping on them when fleeing over the rooftops ... It was there that I heard for the first time that both the T. Rex The Clash ... London Calling , so perfect in that sequence, it was unbearable, I wanted to die, every time (and a bit ', still). The real problem that I have ever had with beauty is the bear. It is unfounded to say that way ... beauty "blinding" ... Beauty that you are unable to contain, to under-stand. The only way I would have to contain the beauty being it would . But it is not human, this. This is not to be beautiful: in this case the beauty caresses you still just as adjective. What we wear is not prohibited, but the whole rienderla ourselves. I will not ever beauty. I groped desperately to draw, or photograph it, but deep down I know I'm just pathetic ways to capture her, to imitate ...
Phildel's voice you can not trap. I understand it well
Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, the protagonist of Perfume , and envy him to madness. While listening to the voice of
Phildel are obsessed by a foolish question, the one that emerged a decade ago: how can co-exist on earth something like this sound ... and then all the rest? Rest where there is everything and, inevitably, there is also the worst, now I do not even want to mention ...
I can only say that if the humans can create even spells like that, then maybe, maybe really all the tragedies with which we have destroyed the Earth have a modicum of sense ... I am becoming convinced that Phildel is a lovely mermaid with the long hair, but it really should not surprise me if she was a monster, capable of anything like other human beings. Perhaps humans are ingrained indistantemente all these choices, the most terrible and most wonderful ... It is an idea that borders on the unconscionable!
There's only one and I sure did not belong to human beings: Farookh Bulsara, or Freddie Mercury. He it was really divine. In fact, not dead, it is impossible. The idea of \u200b\u200bhis death makes it all meaningless. I can not really think about it. His death is only the date of birth that happens when you open a page on him.
... Write in here like a diary is certainly inappropriate. I regret it tomorrow, I'm already regretting now. But it is always the same story: I believe in sharing, in spite of everything, and serendipity. And it's better that never cease to believe in sharing, otherwise I'll end up thinking like Christopher McCandless. About: Sean Penn, you are a disgusting traitor. Make sure to read the book Into The Wild : the film Alexander Supertramp stabs behind at the last moment, hoping to take you to the stomach. But Sean Penn has not been able to say everything and, what is worse, he said things that no one can know if they are true. Who knows
in Alaska if I could sustain the beauty ...
One evening, my friend, Gianvito, wept after a movie. He had never done, as I remember. But she did not cry for having identified with the characters. She cried for the Royal. He cried because the film was too good.
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* NdEta : no, I remembered that the song was Ederlezi Goran Bregovic. The same effect is now overflowing with me in 2011 ...
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