zamoment

circles

2007-11-09T11:04:00.000+02:00

A man deserves himself when he searches continuously to falsify his ideas. His greatest intellectual quality, besides asking, is to contradict himself. Thus, he is able to discover. To build an ark and to sail into abysses of answers. For which some other arks should be built. What is the purpose and the end? To give the gift of life to mind, my friend.

Welcome to the sunset of minds

2007-10-15T13:44:00.000+03:00

He stands on the edge of the corner

Wispering in rage into his own ears

Should I stay or should I run, my dears?

Leaving all behind for another corner?

His minds are filled with nuances of red

His lies are making the truth feel dead

And all felt and done seems lost

Surrounded by a reborn ghost.

winds

2007-10-05T15:08:00.000+03:00

its cold. the first touchable feeling of this place. i tried to touch as little things humanly possible until here. the bridge. some call it obsession. i call it dream. closing my eyes i see more. i see not a city. not a bridge. not even light. i see power. i see bits of wisdom. i see insanity. i love it. i see rules and chaos. i see myself. it is not the place but the road that gives you the you you seek. you seek in dark. you touch nothing. nobody knows but you how important the feeling of wind is. this wind. nothing else. no other. the brooklyn bridge wind. join. join your dream and make it. other dreams will come.

whatever

2007-10-05T15:03:00.000+03:00

wake up. smell. breath. wash your face. brush. i need a haircut. eat. the milk is old. whatever. cnn. need slipers. salami. no graham in this country. finally. camel. 2. quit it man. what tie? 23 of them. not more, not less. 23. the red one. the com one today. shoes. black. phone. black. sleepy. too much bacardi last night. metro. tube. whatever. old lady in front. asian. american. whatever. me. romanian. dog. yellow. never had one. never will. always want. BE FREE. get down 2 stop before. find pet shop. buy puppy. his name. nokia. call boss. ill be late. got a dog. take dog home. buy stuff. dog stuff. evening. alone. football. soccer. whatever. nokia doesnt care. me neither. jaggi. devon. alex. friends. "fuck dude. you bought a dog. always wanted one. ill buy one tomorrow". jaggi. devon. same. fight club system in the air. 4 am. dog barking. neighbour screams. whatever.

i like mistakes

2007-09-12T15:32:00.000+03:00

mistakes are bad. never ever make one. you should learn from your mistakes...and so on. eveybody says that. i don't know exactly. sometimes a mistake lets you see that the reality you built around you is not the reality you actually seek. today i saw three types of mistakes. an ex called me to appologize for all the mistakes she had done, but refused to admit which were those. a thing made me realise that sometimes you really want to make mistakes. the thing told me that mistakes make one less empty. she might be right in her understanding of the world. but each of us...we have our own worlds. the third mistake was to drink two mugs of coffee...

Incremental

2007-09-12T15:11:00.000+03:00

I got up this morning in a rather fuzzy mood. I didn't undress...as stupid as I might sound, I don't remember a lot from last night. Maybe Francis can illuminate me. Looking out the window I realized that a fucking bird left its yesterday's dinner on my freshly painted white window-cell. Damn birds… Just bought a new scarf, white. Don’t know what’s with the white these days. White and black. I’m beginning to see things in black and white. It’s easier to make your decisions although the consequences suck deeply. Wondering the streets I find their color disgusting. Why don’t they make the damn streets … blue. Or green. At least like that people might get the feeling that their life is green or blue. Haven’t looked at the sky lately. I wonder if it’s blue anymore…
The coffee-shops around the corner of my streets seem empty although filled with people. I think it’s just the morning that makes them sad. I enter and I see her. You can see in her eyes that she feels like the queen of the world. And she is… the queen of my world. She seems so peaceful and at the same time full of energy and life. She looks me in the eyes, jumps from her chair and runs into my arms. It’s been 3 months since we last met. I take her offer to buy me a coffee tough she should have remembered I quit a year ago. She touches my hand by mistake…a mistake we both wanted.