Eine Legende

Wer wartet mit Besonnenheit
der wird belohnt zur rechten Zeit
Nun, das Warten hat ein Ende
Leiht euer Ohr einer Legende!
RAMMSTEIN!

Asa au grait, asa a fost. Sunt convinsa ca vor fi mii de cronici pe net, las' sa fie, eu nu pot. Ich habe keine Wörter.

Feelin' like Led Zeppelin

Din cauza ploii, azi dimineata Ipod-ul s-a deschis pe Stairway to Heaven.
Dar corzile au vibrat cel mai intens la:



Trivia:

• e un cantec popular la origini (de aici)
• best live performance
• versuri

Ce bine e sa asculti asta si sa nu mai doara, sa nu mai doara, sa nu mai doara...

Motivational

All we’ve ever wanted
Is to look good naked
Hope that someone can take it
God save me rejection
From my reflection,
I want perfection.

(Robbie Williams - Bodies). Oohhh - yeah.

National Geographic + Rammstein = meditatie asupra X-gamiei

Die Liebe ist ein wildes Tier
Sie atmet dich sie sucht nach dir
Nistet auf gebrochenen Herzen
Geht auf Jagd bei Kuss und Kerzen
Saugt sich fest an deinen Lippen
Gräbt sich Gänge durch die Rippen
Lässt sich fallen weich wie Schnee
Erst wird es heiß dann kalt am Ende tut es weh

Amour Amour
Alle wollen nur dich zähmen
Amour Amour am Ende
gefangen zwischen deinen Zähnen

traducerea aici.

Mi-am adus aminte de dragostea ca animal neimblanzit pe cand ma aflam in plin proces de culturalizare: seria Taboo de pe National Geographic. Astazi - sex taboo: monogamia.

POI's in acest reportaj:

• 2/3 din populatia planetei traieste in culturi care nu interzic poligamia
• avem in culturile monogame milioane de swingers: cei care considera ca sexul extramarital consimtit face bine (dar interzic implicarea afectiva extramaritala) - profilul tipic de swinger e: alb, republican / conservator / educat / slujbe - stalpi ai societatii (politie, avocatura, medicina etc)
  
• tribul chinez mosuo - matriarhatul inca in viata.
• marimea testiculelor speciei umane indica o inclinatie spre poligamie (se pare ca le avem intre ale cimpanzeilor poligami si foarte coiosi si ale gorilelor de munte monogame ale caror bilute se cauta cu lupa)

Where is love in all this science?
Nu cumva conceptul incepe sa redevina o alegere foarte, foarte personala?
Mosuo m-au fascinat. Cateva reguli de baza, ca sa intelegem:

• barbatii au puterea politica, dar:
• barbatii locuiesc cu mamele lor toata viata. De fapt, toti copiii raman sa locuiasca pana la moarte in familia in care s-au nascut, sub acelasi acoperis - familia extinsa. Mama cea mai in varsta e celula de baza a societatii, cea care conduce economic nucleul familial, cea care deleaga sarcinile si conduce cu mana de fier toata familia extinsa.
  
• inainte de 13 ani copiii mosuo nu exista ca persoane. La 13 ani trec printr-o ceremonie de "coming of age". Din acea zi sunt considerati adulti, cu toate drepturile si obligatiile cuvenite.
• Doar femeile peste 13 ani au camere separate de restul familiei. In camere ele pot primi orice barbat vor ele. Barbatii vin noaptea si pleaca dimineata, pe furis, si se intorc mereu, tot pe furis, la propria familie = conceptul de "walking marriage" - casatoria plimbareata.
• filiatia este evident materna. De copii are grija familia extinsa in care acestia s-au nascut. Avantaj - foarte multi adulti care ingrijesc cu randul de copii, copiii nu sunt niciodata abandonati ci au parte de multa indrumare si dragoste. Tatal nu are voie sa se implice decat simbolic, altfel ar jigni familia cealalta.
• Casatoriile plimbarete tind sa devina "serial monogamy". Aici devine totul interesant, aici apare in ecuatie chimia dragostei. Barbatii mosuo pot sa iubeasca aceeasi femeie toata viata (doar ca nu pot sa-i interzica acesteia sa-i mai iubeasca si pe altii - norocul lor ca se pare ca si femeile tind sa devina monogame, doar ca-i trimit acasa la ei in fiecare dimineata)
• fiecare cu banii lui, in familia lui => fara certuri pe bani.
  

Cu ce drept ii judecam? Noi am crescut intr-o cultura crestina, cu dogme intepenite de milenii. Cultura crestina care a lasat urme adanci pana si in morala agnostica. Suntem laici monogami. Declarati.
Ma gandesc atunci ca unicul element care poate face si desface totul, care poate sa separe pana si la mosuo monogamia de poligamie, este dragostea - animalul salbatic. Animalul salbatic pe care il vrei stapanit dar in ai carui dinti sfarsim cu totii.
Si atunci, care "gamie" e cea tabu?
Poate ca ar trebui inventat un aparat care sa detecteze dragostea. Si dupa aceea, raspunsul la intrebarea mea ar trebui sa fie "it's all about LOVE".

LOVE, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like "caries" and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous
nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.

Fear is the key

Dinica e pe moarte, TV-urile asteapta febril sa transmita stirea.
Eu mi-am amintit brusc de Maiden: "And nobody cares till somebody famous dies..."

L.E. acum, ca s-a dus de tot, iata si versurile complete...

We live our lives in fever
In a choking sweat of fear
In the heat of the night you can
feel so much
In the heat of the night I scream
"Don't touch!"

I remember a time when we
used and abused
And fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that
passion was free
In the heart of the night... bodies aflame

We live in fever...

I hear your secret heartbeat
I can hear your silent cries
The kids have lost their freedom
And nobody cares till somebody
famous dies...

I remember a time when we
used and abused
And fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that
passion was free
In the heart of the night... bodies aflame

Now we live, in a world of uncertainty
Fear is the key - to what you want to be
You don't get a say the majority
gets it's way
You're outnumbered by the bastards
till the day you die...

Citatul zilei & stuff

ALONE, adj. In bad company.

Ca fapte diverse, azi dimineata aerul mirosea a toamna. In capul meu miroase deja a must / tulburel. O sa fie intuneric, futu-i.

si, ultima mea obsesie:


Versuri aici (I am a lyrics freak).

(stiu ca postul asta e varza, nu e despre nimic, e doar despre ziua de azi care tocmai se incheie cu memoria olfactiva a unui ceai de fructe cu scortisoara - vine iarna si a unui smoothie cu nuca de cocos - mai e inca un pic de vara.)

Zile de vara indiana.

Those who stood up for love

Naked lovers feel the blood beneath their veins
Electric nerves communicate
With tiny explosions through our brains
Who is this energy that never left or came?
Give rise to passion the only glory
Of this human story

I give my heart and soul to the one

We spend all of our lives goin' out of our minds
Lookin' back to our birth, forward to our demise
Even scientists say, everything is just light
Not created, destroyed but eternally bright
Masters in everytime lord in every place
Those who stood up for love down in spite of the hate
In spite of the hate

Who put the flower in the barrel of that gun?
Who lit the candle, started the fire,
Burnt down the fortress, the throne?
Who could house all the refugees in a single shack
Or a lowly bungalow?
Who lives in a different dimension, free from the
Struggles we know?

I give my heart and soul to the one

We spend all of our lives goin out of our minds
Lookin back to our birth, forward to our demise
Even scientists say everything is just light
Not created, destroyed but eternally bright
Masters in everytime lord in every place
Those who stood up for love down in spite of the hate
We spend all of our lives goin out of our minds
They live in the light

We made it to the moon
But we cant make it home
Waitin' on a rescue that never comes
Made it to the moon
But we cant make it home
Maybe home is where the heart is given up
To the one, to the one

We spend all of our lives goin' out of our minds
Lookin' back to our birth, forward to our demise
We spend all of our lives goin' out of our minds
They live, they

They stood up for love
Stood up for love
Stood up for love
They stood up for love
Stood up for love
Stood up for love

We spend all of our lives goin' out of our minds
Masters in everytime
We spend all of our lives goin' out of our minds
Stood up for love..

Asta aud dupa a doua oara cand vad Vicky Cristina Barcelona.
PASSION, THE ONLY GLORY OF THIS HUMAN STORY.

Loverman (Nick Cave/Metallica)

Sunt in music mood zilele astea. Ca urmare a discutiei recente despre cat de importante sunt versurile pentru o melodie (sine qua non, IMHO), iata versurile lui Nick Cave, in mintea mea asociate pentru vecie cu instrumentatie marca Metallica.
"Poezia" e lunga si tensiunea creste controlat, tulburator. Rabdare, e una din cele mai rascolitoare poezii despre pasiune din intreaga panoplie metal (and beyond).

There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?)
There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?)
And he's bucking and braying and pawing at the floor (How much longer?)
And he's howling with pain, crawling up the walls (How much longer?)
There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?)
And he's weak with evil and broken by the world (How much longer?)
And he's shouting your name and asking for more (How much longer?)
There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?)

Loverman! Since the world began
Forever, amen, till the end of time, yeah
Take off that dress, oh
I'm coming down, yeah
I'm your loverman, yeah
'cause I am what I am what I am what I am what I am

L is for LOVE, baby
O is for ONLY you that I do
V is for loving VIRTUALLY everything that you are
E is for loving almost EVERYTHING that you do
R is for RAPE me
M is for MURDER me
A is for ANSWERING all of my prayers
N is for KNOWING your loverman's going to be the answer to all of yours

Loverman! Till the bitter end
While the empires burn down
Forever and ever and ever, ever, amen
I'm your loverman
So help me, baby
So help me, baby
'cause I am what I am what I am what I am what I am
I'm your loverman

There's a devil crawling along your floor (How much longer?)
There's a devil crawling along your floor (How much longer?)
With a trembling heart, he's coming through your door (How much longer?)
With his straining sex in his jumping paw (How much longer?)
Ooh, there's a devil crawling along your floor (How much longer?)
And he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's sore
And he's blind and he's lame and he's dirty and he's poor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more (How much longer?)
There's a devil crawling along your floor

Loverman! Haha! And here I stand
Forever, amen
'cause I am what I am what I am what I am, hey
Forgive me, baby
My hands are tied
And I got no choice, no, no, no, no
I got no choice, no choice at all

I'll say it again
L is for LOVE, baby
O is for OH yes I do
V is for VIRTUE, so I ain't gonna hurt you
E is for EVEN if you want me to
R is for RENDER unto me, baby
M is for that which is MINE
and
A is for ANY old how, darling
and
N is for ANY old time

Loverman! Yeah, yeah, yeah! I got a masterplan, yeah
To take off your dress, yeah
And be your man, be your man, hey
Seize the throne, haha
Seize the mantle
Seize that crown, yeah
'cause I am what I am what I am what I am, that's I am
I'm your loverman

There's a devil laying by your side (How much longer?)
There's a devil laying by your side (How much longer?)
You might think he's asleep, but take a look at his eyes (How much longer?)
And he wants you, darling, to be his bride (How much longer?)
Yeah, there's a devil laying by your side (How much longer?)

Loverman! Loverman! Loverman!
I'll be your loverman!
Till the end of the time!
Till the empires burn down!
Forever, amen
I'll be your loverman
I'll be your loverman
I'm your loverman
I'm your loverman
Yeah, I'm your loverman
I'm your loverman
Loverman
I'm your loverman
I'm your loverman
I'm your loverman
Yeah, I'm your loverman
Yes, I'm your loverman
Loverman
Loverman
Loverman
Forever, amen
Loverman
Loverman (How much longer?)

Perfect Strangers

Can you remember, remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold, cold spirits of ice
All my life
I am the echo of your past

I am returning the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
And laughing as the spirits appear
All, all your life
Shadows of another day

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect strangers

I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow

A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in your mind
Is aching with the dead of the night
Precious life (your tears are lost in
Falling rain)

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand
We must remain
Perfect strangers...

Una din cele mai dragi obsesii ale mele. Data celei mai vechi intalniri: varsta magica de 17 ani. Pe vremea aia nu exista google, am scos versurile singura, ascultand piesa din nou si din nou si din nou...

walk this world with me

With the light in our eyes it's hard to see
Holding on and on to what we believe
I'm not touched but I'm aching to be
I want you to come walk this world with me.

Versurile aici si video oficial aici.

E una din acele one-hit wonders ale mele lipita de suflet undeva pe la jumatatea anilor pe care-i am acum. Uitasem cum o cheama pe cea care canta, uitasem ca exista, acum vreo doua zile am inceput brusc sa cant refrenul si de atunci nu ma mai lasa in pace. Atmosfera din clip, buzele fetei si accentul de pe "I want you to come" sint cateva din micile si multele piese care, in anii nouazeci, au descompus copilul construind incet spre femeie.

lazy funny sunny thursday

Se vede ca vine Pastele. Nimeni nu munceste. De la o medie acum un an de vreo suta de mailuri pe zi s-a scazut cam la cincizeci (yey, criza). Azi am primit douazeci si patru. Maine probabil vreo zece din cate sapte cu spam de Paste.

Avem o gramada de scuze ca sa nu muncim. Aaaa, vine Pastele / Craciunul / ziua lu' pisicu' - cine munceste in zile ca astea? Aaaaa... pai e imediat dupa Paste / Craciun / ziua lu' bunica, am mancat prea mult, ficatul ma doare, of, cum sa muncesti in asa o dispozitie?

Ma raliez curentului. Azi am citit de mi-au iesit ochii. Pe net, sunt la munca cica si biblioteca e acasa.

Si ia uite ce am gasit:

Creation of a pussy
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine,
created a pussy to their design.
First was a butcher with smart wit,
using a knife gave it a slit.
Second was a carpenter, strong and bold,
with a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole.
Third was a tailor, tall and thin,
by using red velvet he lined it within.
Fourth was a hunter, short and stout,
with a piece of fox fur, he lined it without.
Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell,
threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
Sixth was a preacher whose name was McGee,
touched it and blessed it, and said it could pee.
Last was a sailor, dirty little runt,
who sucked it, fucked it and called it a cunt.

de aici: http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/folk-song-lyrics/Creation_of_a_Pussy.htm

(muzica populara, always inspiring!! si cine a zis ca dirty talk nu poate fi romantic?)

who, me?

This is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart
as compass

This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my everything

My flower, withered between
The pages 2 and 3
The once and forever bloom
gone with my sins

Walk the dark path
Sleep with angels
Call the past for help
Touch me with your love
And reveal to me my true name

Oh how I wish
For soothing rain
All I wish is to dream again
My loving heart
Lost in the dark
For hope I'd give my everything
Oh, how I wish
For soothing rain
Oh how I wish to dream again
Once and for all
And all for once
Nemo my name forevermore

Nemo sailing home
Nemo letting go...

(Nightwish - Nemo)

crise de "self": evit de obicei sa ma gandesc ca sunt un hibrid tampit, o simbioza aiurita intre portretul de mai sus si o fiinta solara, linistita, care-si gaseste de multe ori linistea in carti, imbratisari si cratite.
cateodata totusi, Nelinistea izbucneste.
nu ma intreb care-s eu din astea doua, nici nu cred ca pot alege, iar Nelinistea mi-e draga.
astea sunt zilele in care as alerga, pacat ca Nelinistea cere lanuri de grau, soare si vant, nu asfalt si trotuare blocate cu masini. Nelinistea cere un pic de nebunie, un pic de nefericire self-inflicted, ca dupa aceea sa pot sa bucur din nou cu inima intreaga de acele lucruri mici, de cana cu ceai rosu si de cartea cu miros de cerneala noua.
in zilele astea Nelinistite sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie.

Love ain't no stranger

Who knows where the cold wind blows,
I ask my friends, but nobody knows
Who am I to believe in love,
Oh, love ain't no stranger

I looked around and what did I see
Broken hearted people staring at me,
All searching 'cause they still believe,
Oh, love ain't no stranger

I was alone and I needed love
So much I sacrificed all I was dreaming of,
I heard no warning, but a heart can tell
I'd feel the emptiness of love I know so well

Love ain't no stranger,
I ain't no stranger
Love ain't no stranger,
I ain't no stranger to love.

Thank you mr. Coverdale.
In seara asta as fi vrut sa scriu ceva despre iubire. Nu mi-am gasit cuvintele. Ca de obicei in fata unei teme prea vaste, cuvintele au dat buluc din adanc si mi-e teama sa aleg dintre ele.
In seara asta aleg cuvintele altora pentru ce simt. Dupa David Coverdale, alte cateva vorbe apropiate sufletului meu:

"straniu este, cand patesti asa ceva, ca incepi sa traiesti o
permanenta insotire in absenta: celalalt te insoteste tot timpul, fara
ca, fizic, sa fie cu tine. te locuieste. fiecare zi incepe cu el in
minte, o continui cu el, o sfarsesti cu el in minte. e o stare
obsesiva, nu neaparat comoda, un soi de alerta permanenta, care
pregateste extazul intalnirii, al timpului-impreuna. pe scurt, se iese
din durata obisnuita a celorlalti oameni si se intra intr-un timp
fabulos, intr-un timp "altfel": lumea devine vrajita clipa de clipa.
nici o alta relatie nu schimba temperatura lumii intr-o asemenea
masura".

"ca sa fii incercat de acest sentiment, trebuie sa
ai o anumita structura afectiva. exact ca in cazul credintei. nu orice
om e daruit sa creada. si aici e la fel. coardele fiintei tale trebuie
sa fie in asa fel asezate si intinse incat sa poata vibra intr-un
anumit fel la intalnirea cu altul. a nu fi capabil de coup de foudre e
un handicap afectiv, pentru ca - pe langa nenorocirea la care te poate
expune dragostea (exista si "iubiri nefericite", exista si pierderea
linistii si a sigurantei de sine) - absenta unui coup de foudre iti
suprima sansa de a te intalni cu neobisnuitul in plan sexual si,
astfel, cu un anumit izvor de afectivitate si frumusete al fiintei
tale".

sursa: Gabriel Liiceanu, intr-un interviu din Elle de vara trecuta. Vorbea despre cartea de aici.
Cartea nu s-a ridicat la asteptarile starnite-n mine de citatele de mai sus. Pacat. Am rontait-o intr-o seara, avida de viata pe care o presimteam inchisa intre copertile ei un pic psihedelice si am ramas cu un gust amar... de terebentina?. Clopotele n-au sunat. Am pus-o in raft, am privit-o lung si ma intreb daca am sa vreau vreodata s-o redeschid. Never say never, though.