THE GIFTS OF THE MOON.

The Moon, who is caprice itself, looked in at the window as you slept in your cradle, and said to herself: "I am well pleased with this child."

And she softly descended her stairway of clouds and passed through the window-pane without noise. She bent over you with the supple tenderness of a mother and laid her colours upon your face. Therefrom your eyes have remained green and your cheeks extraordinarily pale. From contemplation of your visitor your eyes are so strangely wide; and she so tenderly wounded you upon the breast that you have ever kept a certain readiness to tears.

In the amplitude of her joy, the Moon filled all your chamber as with a phosphorescent air, a luminous poison; and all this living radiance thought and said: "You shall be for ever under the influence of my kiss. You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence, and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters; the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous flowers, and perfumes that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of women.

"And you shall be loved of my lovers, courted of my courtesans. You shall be the Queen of men with green eyes, whose breasts also I have wounded in my nocturnal caress: men that love the sea, the immense green ungovernable sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters; the place where they are not; the woman they will never know; sinister flowers that seem to bear the incense of some unknown religion; perfumes that trouble the will; and all savage and voluptuous animals, images of their own folly."

And that is why I am couched at your feet, O spoiled child, beloved and accursed, seeking in all your being the reflection of that august divinity, that prophetic godmother, that poisonous nurse of all lunatics.

"Goth opera,blood saga
Sometimes I wonder how we ever got here
Old grudges, scorned lovers
Sometimes I wonder why we all don't move on
'cos we all end up in a tiny pine box
A mighty small prop
In a mighty dark plot..."

Atnāku mājās, pēc ballītes no otrām kojām, uzvelku naktskreklu, noņemu kosmētiku, un tā kā nenāk miegs, sāku darīt bezjēdzīgas lietas internetā, tiešām bezjēdzīgas- skatos bildes, un tad kādu stundu mēģinu uzlikt par peles kursoru mazu un piemīlīgu zārciņu, neveiksmīgi, protams :D
Tad dzirdu, ka klauvē pie mana loga, tā sabijos, bet tik jauki, patiesībā, viņš atnāca man pakaļ, kaut arī bija jau trīs naktī, viss tādēļ, ka viņa telefons nomira un nevienam no viņa draugiem nav mana nr.Tā nu saģērbjos, ejam uz bāru, šots, kas garšo un smaržo pēc krāsas(jak), sidrs, bārmeņu striptīzs uz bāra letes, un tad jau atpakaļ pie manis, tikai šoreiz, man par brīnumu, ejam sadevušies rokās.Un tad viens no labākajiem un emocijām bagātākajiem seksa mirkļiem manā mūžā.no rīta pamosties viņam blakus ir debišķīgi.ehh..ja tikai man nebūtu draugs un nebūtu jāatgriežas Latvijā.negribu par to domāt, ne tagad, kamēr jūtos dzīva un laimīga.

Some people give you the feeling of home and keeps you close to the ground,
others give you the feeling that you are lifted from the ground, to a place far far away,
where nothing from this world exists or makes sense,
bad that these two people will never meet...


Kafija un šokolāde atstāj negatīvu ietekmi uz manu domāšanu :D

The only one that I ever wanted was never mine to take...
And now, after all these years,
I still long for those talks, sound of his voice,
and the feeling that I had when I was with him,
But the prince is long gone,
And sleeping beauty's dead.

Note to self: ja es jūtos kaut kā ne tā, tad jākontaktējas ar interesantiem cilvēkiem, kaut vai virtuāli.
šodienas garastāvokli mainīja jautājums- kas ir trakākais ko es esmu darījusi.ilgi nevarēju izdomāt atbildi, un tad atcerējos par to reizi, kad bijām Skolas papīrfabrikā, kad tā jau bija slēgta, rāpjoties pāri ķieģeļu sienai, un staigājot pa turieni ar medicīnai paredzētajiem cimdiem, respiratoru un pamatīgu koka gabalu rokā, viss tikai tādēļ, ka tur dzīvoja agresīvi bezpajumtnieki, kuriem ļoti nepatika, ja kāds ielaužas viņu teritorijā.Un man joprojām liekas, ka ja viņi mūs redzētu, nobītos viņi nevis mēs :D
Ak, atmiņas, atmiņas...tagad visu vakaru manī paliks tā sentimetālā sajūta pēc vasaras gaisa, piedzīvojumiem un adrenalīna..
daži cilvēki mēdz būt brīnišķīgi sarunas biedri, žēl, ka dzīvē tik daudz interesantu cilvēku neesmu sastapusi...