And me? I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it's not some place you can look for. Because it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something. And if you find that moment... it lasts forever...

title: The Beach

If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.

title: Lewis Carrol

To survive in this atmosphere, man, like an actor, must wear a mask.

title: Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters

All my life I have been acutely aware of a contradiction in the very nature of my existence.

title: Yukio Mishima

Jaz celo življenje zori, zagledan vase.
A svoje zrcalo še drugim zori,da ob njih rase.

Jaz nikdar ne more biti sam jaz, če je sam.
Šele takrat se ga da razločiti,
ko hoče iz sebe drugam.

Zato je jaz v sebi razklan 
na dve polovici:
na tisto iz svetlih pričakovanj
in tisto po resnici.

Tako mora ves čas stremeti na eno in na drugo stran.
Samo kadar spi, se mu sveti eno samo lice iz sanj.

A včasih se jaz prebudi
v noč brez zvezd.
Takrat se še sam znoči v podzavest.

poem: Jaz :: Niko Grafenauer

It's such a gamble when you get a face. It's fascinating to observe what the mirror does but when I dine its for the wall that I set a place.

title: Richard Hell and the Voidoids

You are in this world, but not of the world.

title: The Bible

tapestry by: will update soon

He was melancholy and seemed to relish his own sadness like an unusual condition, alien and delicious.

title: Beneath the Wheel by H. Hesse

photo: me&Anja

Sade Sati :: Cycles of seven

I try to be gratefull for every year of learning. And never return. Every year, someone, not expected, would surprise me. This year I got a homework.Yoko Ono’s Cleaning Pieces. Try. See what happens.

Idle youth. Enslaved to everything, by being too sensitive. I have wasted my life.

title: Arthur Rimbaud

Car nous sommes où nous ne sommes pas.

title: Pierre-Jean Jouve

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep, 

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

poem: Robert Frost

Cul De Sac