Vakar biju Viljnja pirmo reizi dziivee. Ljoti jauka pilseeta, kuraa daudz jaukaakas kafejniicas kaa pie mums un daudz tiiraakas ielas. Seedeeju vienaa irish-pub tipa dzertuvee, kur 3 hiphopa tendeeti jauneklji njeemaas ap laptopiem, vinilu atskanjotaajiem un pioneer 500x magjiem. Fonaa darbojaas Chaarlijs Chaplins. Is there any place where you can listen to rock music in this city? There ain't actually...
un tad 2os naktii paaris kilometrus aiz robezhas piestaajam apskatiit zvaigznes, jo stars look very different today. Un var jau buut, ka maigie viina/sulas kokteilji man piedod visam tam papildus romantiku, tachu zvaigznes kriit vienaa raavienaa un es veelos, veelos un veelos...
Kaadas legjendaaras LV grupas liideris saka, ka "Pameegjinu shaadu skatu paarveerst dziesmaa!". Zvaigznes ir visur, tachu tuvojoties galvaspilseetai taas pazuud... Veeleeshanaas saak izsiikt, jo viss, kas shkjiet svariigs, jau ieveeleets. Tachu, kad skaties zvaigznees un klusi pie sevis bubini: "imagine peace, lai uz pasaules buutu miers", tad neviena zvaigzne nekriit. Veel tikai dziesma par 3 draugiem: "Vinjus nevieno it nekas, bet tas pieder pie kaartiibas". Un veel, bljins mazais, vai kaadreiz kaads atgriezhoties Latvijaa Tev uz robezhas ir teicis: Sveiks maajaas, mazo zeen! ?
Un turpina pienaakt iiszinjas par Oye Festivalen no Oslo, kur devies ieluugto LV zhurnaalistu desants. Es nezinu kaapeec neesmu tur, bet aciim redzot man jaapilda kaads svariigaaks uzdevums.
Nu re, pirms dahzaam minuuteem no Rudaka sanjeemu:
Babyshambles vakar izveemaas uz skatuves un sasita kaadus chetrus mikrofonus!
Hey, sounds amazing, mazais! :))
Un visbeidzot, veel tikai nelies citaats no atvaljinaajuma oficiaalaas graamatas, "The Time Traveler's Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger. (interesenti ar pirmo nodalju var iepaziities amazon.com):

Clare: It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays.
I keep myself busy. Tme goes faster that way.
I go to sleep alone, wake up alone. I take walks. i work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everyhting seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?
Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?