Timpul... fiecare secunda care se transpune in trecut este sufocanta, ne aminteste ca noi suntem "nimeni" si nu putem decide cum si cat de repede, sau incet, sa trecem de la viitor la prezent, de la prezent la trecut. Suntem cobaii unui complot, ni se incearca rabdarea la cote absurde, suntem apasati de o presiune care ar putea sa produca o implozie in interiorul nostru, si o va face, mai devreme sau mai tarziu. Aceasta trecere se accelereaza, iar procesul devine frustrant, ne aminteste ca nu avem nici o alta solutie decat sa induram. O privire, un sarut, o discutie neterminata, o atingere neintentionata, o intalnire intamplatoare, un dar, o strangere de mana, totul consta in fractiuni de secunda, se intampla, ne produc stari emotionale puternice, apoi dispar, unde? De ce dispar? Raman ca amintiri, undeva acolo in capul nostru, si timpul trece din nou, uitam... Dupa un anumit interval de timp, in unele circumstante rememoram trecutul, ca si cum l-am trai din nou, dar nu o facem, regretam, ce regretam, ca nu mai putem avea parte de el? sau ca amintirea nu este pe atat de intensa pe cat intamplarea din trecut? In realitate timpul nu exista, este doar o inventie a noastra, dar oare aceasta inventie nu este de fapt un adevar absolut? Ce este timpul? Este ziua de duminica, ieri, maine, prima zi din luna aprilie, prima zi din anul viitor? Este fiecare intamplare, fiecare gand, fiecare aspiratie sau dorinta? Este ceea ce este acum, ceea ce a fost si ceea ce va fi? Este constant sau se modifica? Timpul este totul si timpul este nimic... Timpul poate exista fara noi, dar noi nu putem exista fara timp...caci noi stim ca undeva in timp a fost... o privire, un sarut, o atingere nevinovata...
You take my love You want my soul I would be crazy to share your life Why can't you see what I am Sharpen the senses and turn the knife Hurt me and you'll understand
I'll never be Maria Magdalena (You're a creature of the night) Maria Magdalena (you're a victim of the fight) (you need love) Promise me delight (You need love)
Why must I lie Find alibis When will you wake up and realize I can't surrender to you Play for affection and Win the prize I know those party games too
"Este o greseala sa pui in scena un numar mare de personaje. Centrul gravitational trebuie compus doar din doua: el si ea...." Anton Cehov "Dragostea vine intotdeaunea pe neasteptate, uneori chiar fara sa o doresti. Oare cine are timpul, forta, posibilitatea? Sa iubesti este o dovada de risipa, e emotionant, obositor; si de fiecare data cand cineva iubeste, sufera - macar un pic." "Pasiunea deschide in fata noastra spatii care inainte nu existau, iar cand aceasta va inceta, acestea vor redeveni inexistente, inchizandu-se asemenea apei in siajul unei barci cu motor" "Oricine a incercat-o vreodata stie ca iubirea, ca sa fie tinuta in viata, pretinde dificile si obositoare perioade de lipsa totala de spontaneitate." "Ce frumoase sunt inceputurile cand iubirea pare perfecta, de o perfectiune stranie, diferita de tot ce-ti imaginasesi vreodata despre ea." "Fiecare iubire inseamna a investiga unul asupra celuilalt. Adulmeci, descoperi elemente, faci deductii si cauti confirmari. Afli lucruri care nu-ti fac deloc placere, dar putin mai tarziu iti dai seama ca sunt exact ceea ce cautai de fapt. In realitate, investigand asupra celuilalt, investighezi asupra propriilor tale gusturi." "Marii seducatori nu se lasa coplesiti de pesimism si de disconfort. Surad cu eleganta, o incaseaza fara sa clipeasca, si cauta sa fructifice in propiul beneficiu situatiile potrivnice."
Everybody turned round to look at the man who entered the restaurant. He was charming, good-looking, but the thing that really draw her attention was the fact that he seemed surrounded in mistery. He had something, something special, she could read it in his eyes, but what was it, she somehow needed to find out. He came there to meet a woman, a quite attractive one I would say, but he wasn't attracted to her in any way. They were discussing about something connected to the attacks that took place three days ago, as she could read it on his lips. "His lips..." she thought, "so provocative lips" she whispered, and then he threw her a look. She freezed when their eyes met. What was happening to her, she didn't knew the guy, and yet she was so messed up. Who was he? He stood up and started to walk towards her, she was afraid, but in a way she wanted to get close to him. He passed right next to her table, heading to the bar. Her table was very close to him, just a few inches, and he knew that. "I'll be your nightmare, Natasha..." he said to her. She couldn't believe it, how could he call her by the name. "How do you know who I am?" she asked. "I know everything..." he replied. "I also know that you'll come to love me, that you will help me to fulfill my destiny" he continued. "What? You are mad! Leave me alone! She looked at the waiter and asked for the paycheck. "You can run, but I'll be always one step ahead of you!"
You've captured me and killed all my emotions, In your cage of love! Run away, inside I feel the danger I run from your perfect touch... I want you see me running I've had too much in a jungle of love Perfect touch... I want you see me running Perfect touch... You've killed all I've got Perfect touch...
Lost your game and I'm sure you'll pay For your crime, babe, oh yeah You strangle me but I know how to get out...
Chaos... "the most disreputable order..."
"Time is the longest distance between two places..."
VALENTINO : "I love beautiful clothes, so when fashion became about grunge and minimalism I never followed. I think those trends were very offensive for women. I always say I am here to make women look beautiful and not like fools or crazy fashion victims."
To go beyond reason...
-How perfect for you - to take whatever you want because it pleases you. That is not love. -Then what is it? -Some aimless infatuation, which, for the moment, you feel like indulging - it is missing everything that matters.-Which is what? -Trust, responsibility, taking the weight for your choices and feelings, and spending the rest of your life living up to them. And above all, not hurting the object of your love. -So that is what love is according to you? -Multiply it by infinity, and take it to the depth of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I am talking about.
Anything is possible... Anywhere is everywhere...
Equilibrium
What could mean this simple word called "love"?
Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived...
writing...
Writing…such a simple thing, a basic form of saying what you want…and yet so complex…Why writing can be complex? Well, as you write, you live those feelings that awaken your imagination…at the beginning there is a chaos in your mind, everything is confusing, but while you write, every single idea gets into its place, every thought makes a point, becomes relevant…you need to write more and more, it becomes addictive... Writing is like a sport, but play it carefully as not to expose yourself too much to your readers.
21 grams...
How many lives do we live? How many times do we die? They say we all lose 21 grams... at the exact moment of our death. Everyone. And how much fits into 21 grams? How much is lost? When do we lose 21 grams? How much goes with them? How much is gained? Twenty-one grams. The weight of a stack of five nickels. The weight of a hummingbird. A chocolate bar. How much does love weigh? How much does revenge weigh?
