... от татко! И после хората се чудят от каде съм го взела този мой талант :)
Посрещане
Не идвай виновно усмихната
Недей да ме молиш с очи,
А просто до мене притихнала
За миг топлина потърси
От толкова път умори ли се?
От нощния студ не измръзна ли?
От хорските погледи скрий се
По теб като смокове плъзнали
Сега се завръщаш замислена
Много мъдрост ли в пътя събра
Или в златното слънце улисана
Не разбра,че вървиш по земя?
Очите ти как са ограбени
В косите стаена тъга
Мечтите на нощи забравени
Недей да си спомняш сега
Мечти и илюзии търсени
Романтика няма,нали?
Цинични вулгарни и мръсни
Днес хората правят пари
Видя ли врата незаключена?
Видя ли широка душа?
“- В нас скитник да спи?!
Ах,изключено!
Срам няма!И даже жена!”
Но ти не пропъждай мечтите
Без тях и сърцето ще спре
Ще търсиме двамата в дните
Човек със душа на дете...
Валентин Митов
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Pablo
We artists are indestructible, even in a prison cell or concentration camp I would be almighty in my own world of art. Even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.
Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Mártir Patricio Ruiz y Picasso
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Безвдъхновително
Какво е никога? Не е ли просто утре,
което някои ден ще дойде на земята.
Не е ли просто ехото на вън и вътре
или дъга, посята сред цветятя?
Какво е никога? Не е ли гръм в полето,
избиращ сам къде да се стовари.
Не е ли никога-то нещо, общо взето
и върнато на части със фанфари?
Какво е никога? Не е ли бавна песен,
която ти напомня, че те има?
Чадър във танц на вятъра поднесен
и чайник, търсещ вместо тебе синонима?
Какво е никога? Не е ли то след малко,
което малко трае цяла вечност.
Не е ли границата между истинско и жалко
или душата в лицемерната сърдечност?
Какво е никога? Не е ли то усмивка,
закътана във купищата снимки.
Не е ли пясъкът, омекващ под вълните
или е щастието в 20-те стотинки?
Какво е никога? Не е ли шест куплета,
формиращи една забавна мисъл
Прозрението, търсещо поета,
че този ден за нищо не е писал...
което някои ден ще дойде на земята.
Не е ли просто ехото на вън и вътре
или дъга, посята сред цветятя?
Какво е никога? Не е ли гръм в полето,
избиращ сам къде да се стовари.
Не е ли никога-то нещо, общо взето
и върнато на части със фанфари?
Какво е никога? Не е ли бавна песен,
която ти напомня, че те има?
Чадър във танц на вятъра поднесен
и чайник, търсещ вместо тебе синонима?
Какво е никога? Не е ли то след малко,
което малко трае цяла вечност.
Не е ли границата между истинско и жалко
или душата в лицемерната сърдечност?
Какво е никога? Не е ли то усмивка,
закътана във купищата снимки.
Не е ли пясъкът, омекващ под вълните
или е щастието в 20-те стотинки?
Какво е никога? Не е ли шест куплета,
формиращи една забавна мисъл
Прозрението, търсещо поета,
че този ден за нищо не е писал...
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Do you?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Bluebird, Charles Bukowski
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Bluebird, Charles Bukowski
Ways to say...
I was thinking, how many ways are there to express oneself. When words don't rhyme, when pictures fade away, when all you need is voice and still you have none.
Three different ways to say I miss you
Classic
Hard
Lovely
Three different ways to say I miss you
Classic
Hard
Lovely
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Ambition issues
What did you wanna become when you were growing up? I had several dreams - vet, clothes designer, CSI. In that exact order. I have never wanted to become a princess. Or a ballerina. Or a stewardess (flight attendant my a**). Nor did I dream of being a manager. A marketing director. Any director, for that matter. I just wanted to do something interesting, something that would make a difference.
Now it's time for the inevitable question : So what? Everyone had one of those dreams. Everyone thought, after probably listening to M.L.King for some inspiration, that they would change the world. Ghandi bullshits. Most likely, you wouldn't change anything. You will have a shitty job in a shitty office, that will bring you enough excitement not to start a mass suicide forum...with your shitty coworkers. I know I will.
And I'm not really pissed off. This is the way life goes, I guess. But I really wish there is more to that. I'm not asking to reach the stars, go to Africa to cure cancer, bring peace in Iraq or even become the next mayor of Mezdra. I just wanna find out how to bring a tiny little piece of happiness in people's lives. I know I do it with some people around me. But I wanna go big (don't we all?). Changing the world is not for me. I would never handle the pressure of 8 billion people staring at me waiting for their part of the puzzle. However, I find hope. I find time to dream about backpacking places where tourists don't set foot. Leaving the 16 years of education and opening a bar at the seaside. Having the guts to start over again, when I realise I have failed.
How come so few become what they truly want? Is it really a shift in dreams or a spank by reality? "Baby, I know you wanna become a waitress and be happy, but you need a job that PAYS. Go finish your bachelor thesis now!" ... Everyone wants to go big, huge, massive. Otherwise, you lose all sense in life, do you not? 'Be the best you can be' slogans all over. Food making you stronger. Drinks making you fresher. Pills making you happier. Everyone is obsessed with becoming something more. Constantly. If you're not ambitious, you lose. In life. Punto.
I believe in second chances. I believe in looking for something more. Not in terms of big, in terms of different. I am a reflection of my mum's ambition, my dad's money and my bro's support. I am a result of the efforts of so many people to formulate my mind, body and soul, to put me in a box and define me. We are all unique cliches, aren't we? With our laptops, assignments, music and sports, language studying, coffee drinking, patterns following. I don't wanna be different. Everybody is. I wanna realise where my same-ness would feel best.
Now it's time for the inevitable question : So what? Everyone had one of those dreams. Everyone thought, after probably listening to M.L.King for some inspiration, that they would change the world. Ghandi bullshits. Most likely, you wouldn't change anything. You will have a shitty job in a shitty office, that will bring you enough excitement not to start a mass suicide forum...with your shitty coworkers. I know I will.
And I'm not really pissed off. This is the way life goes, I guess. But I really wish there is more to that. I'm not asking to reach the stars, go to Africa to cure cancer, bring peace in Iraq or even become the next mayor of Mezdra. I just wanna find out how to bring a tiny little piece of happiness in people's lives. I know I do it with some people around me. But I wanna go big (don't we all?). Changing the world is not for me. I would never handle the pressure of 8 billion people staring at me waiting for their part of the puzzle. However, I find hope. I find time to dream about backpacking places where tourists don't set foot. Leaving the 16 years of education and opening a bar at the seaside. Having the guts to start over again, when I realise I have failed.
How come so few become what they truly want? Is it really a shift in dreams or a spank by reality? "Baby, I know you wanna become a waitress and be happy, but you need a job that PAYS. Go finish your bachelor thesis now!" ... Everyone wants to go big, huge, massive. Otherwise, you lose all sense in life, do you not? 'Be the best you can be' slogans all over. Food making you stronger. Drinks making you fresher. Pills making you happier. Everyone is obsessed with becoming something more. Constantly. If you're not ambitious, you lose. In life. Punto.
I believe in second chances. I believe in looking for something more. Not in terms of big, in terms of different. I am a reflection of my mum's ambition, my dad's money and my bro's support. I am a result of the efforts of so many people to formulate my mind, body and soul, to put me in a box and define me. We are all unique cliches, aren't we? With our laptops, assignments, music and sports, language studying, coffee drinking, patterns following. I don't wanna be different. Everybody is. I wanna realise where my same-ness would feel best.
Some truths hurt more...
Let's face it. I really don't appreciate it when people tell me what I can and can't do. And I believe you don't either. But these videos stroke me. They are awfully honest, earthy, ...real. It's kinda scary what people do to themselves, but listening to their stories makes you wonder 'would I do it?'
They don't tell you 'don't do it'. They just tell you what would happen if you do...
See all the stories here
They don't tell you 'don't do it'. They just tell you what would happen if you do...
See all the stories here
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I'm here
MARIO BASANOV & VIDIS feat JAZZU - I'll be gone
Most of you know I really don't listen to that kinda music, but this tune is just damn good. And the video by Rimantas Lukavicius is magical.
Most of you know I really don't listen to that kinda music, but this tune is just damn good. And the video by Rimantas Lukavicius is magical.
Your tea, M'am
Now winter's coming and for me if there are no mandarins and no tea it just doesn't feel right. And while the first one is a result of the unbelievably heart-warming post-communist years in my home country, the second is a result of one of my most mature-and-healthy-lifestyle choices. I love tea. Herbal, fruit, white, black, green, with or without caffeine, with sugar, honey or sweetener, with or without lemon/milk... I just adore it. This is why looking for ways to make the ultimate winter drink (after heated rakia) more exciting makes me excited!Here are some pretty sweet ideas:
The first one is by Natalia Ponomareva - a Russian (duh!). The tea bag is packed like an origami bird and I gotta say if you have a transparent cup/tea glass it's absolutely worth it!
Another great idea is to play with the small paper holder (missing in the packaging of the tea in many countries, actually)... I find it amusing, especially the bungee jumper. The idea was by House Cafe, originally in order to promote healthier lifestyle. Later, people decided the tea is too cute to be sold only at the coffee house and it was released for production.
And my absolute favourite : The graphic designer Peter Hewitt, founder of Tea Forte in Concord, in 2003 created the company’s signature pyramid-shaped nylon bag (YEI!)
I adore the combination of geometric and organic: tall polyhedral infuser packs, each with a disarmingly natural-looking leaf/sprout tag. Plus the variety of flavours is mouth watering - Belgium Mint, Orchid Vanilla, Raspberry Nectar, Vienna Cinnamon!!!The only one I have slight taste buds doubt about is the Coco Truffle. Chocolate and tea just don't mix in my mind. Nevertheless, mind the cutest little cup (with a small opening on the lid) and check the idea!
The first one is by Natalia Ponomareva - a Russian (duh!). The tea bag is packed like an origami bird and I gotta say if you have a transparent cup/tea glass it's absolutely worth it!
Another great idea is to play with the small paper holder (missing in the packaging of the tea in many countries, actually)... I find it amusing, especially the bungee jumper. The idea was by House Cafe, originally in order to promote healthier lifestyle. Later, people decided the tea is too cute to be sold only at the coffee house and it was released for production.
And my absolute favourite : The graphic designer Peter Hewitt, founder of Tea Forte in Concord, in 2003 created the company’s signature pyramid-shaped nylon bag (YEI!)
I adore the combination of geometric and organic: tall polyhedral infuser packs, each with a disarmingly natural-looking leaf/sprout tag. Plus the variety of flavours is mouth watering - Belgium Mint, Orchid Vanilla, Raspberry Nectar, Vienna Cinnamon!!!The only one I have slight taste buds doubt about is the Coco Truffle. Chocolate and tea just don't mix in my mind. Nevertheless, mind the cutest little cup (with a small opening on the lid) and check the idea!
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