Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Of choices, wings and masks
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Benign
For the second time in the past couple of months, I've been forced to deal with my own perishable nature and it scared the fuck outta me. Whether it's a hospital waiting room or a car seat, the powerlessness of this kind of moments, counting the razorsharp seconds that seem to be doing a tribal dance somewhere between my throat and my stomach, well this kind of moments give me some much needed perpective. But it did take me the second dose of paralysing fear get here, and I'm quite grateful for it.
So here we go... kudos to benign tissue and skillful drivers, the show must go on, cuz it ain't over till it's over... so I say thank you for the music and let me just get on my dancing shoes (like a sexy little arctic monkey)! Pam-pam :)
Turning yet another page... ain't life a switch?
Songs for Imaginary Beings
There is no better word to describe mr. Corner's music than than just plain mind-bowingly HAUNTING. But you do have to be a "hauntable" person in order to resonate with it. There's a constant craving for deliverance in his songs, a thick harmony dripping with sinful innuendos that's wrong on so many levels that you can't help falling in love with it and crawl for more... and so I shall!!!
So, on the first day of the awful month they call october, me and my sweet autumn beasts that also like it dark and twisted will be taking a trip into the Nightlife down to Fratelli Studios in Bucharest, to worship the one and only IAMX!
"Imagine hurt, imagine tears
She opened up until she disappeared
And vanished hand in hand
With all the long lost children locked in Neverland"
So, on the first day of the awful month they call october, me and my sweet autumn beasts that also like it dark and twisted will be taking a trip into the Nightlife down to Fratelli Studios in Bucharest, to worship the one and only IAMX!
"Imagine hurt, imagine tears
She opened up until she disappeared
And vanished hand in hand
With all the long lost children locked in Neverland"
Nereide
A few hours between two gigs at Mogosoaia Palace, one very pretty and patient medieval princess/violin player and my utter stubbornness to squeeze up every possibility from a medium level, yet still crappy point-and-shoot camera, while I’m still saving up and dreaming of a DSLR. A little PS editing, and here we go:
L'Écume des jours
Sometime during the past three weeks… it finally happened. Just gently circling around my irrational mood swings and constant needing… it finally happened. I’m in love!
I fell hopelessy in love with life! Just pure, simple, raw, fucked-up, unpredictable and painfully beautiful LIFE. I’ve been flirting with it, enjoying it for a while and then pushing it away so we don’t get too serious. But I do belive it’s time for a commited relationship with my own lovely, dysfunctional, blipolar and psychotic life.
True love waits in haunted attics
Indeed it does! Just not in the silly shallow way I was looking for.
fire
music
mermaids
dancing in the dark
summer night sky
kindness of strangers
unexpected friends
cheering corwds
unanswered questions
white nights
neverending rains and cruel sunshine
laughing with tears
late night queimada
unsaid goodbyes
letting go
holding on…
I'm humbly grateful for this very special midsummer night's dream, and aggressively determined to make it last... till next time :)
*photo by Irina Macovei :D
