It’s been on repeat for hours now. I thought sharing it might be a good idea. Depeche Mode – In Your Room
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave (more…)
There are certain songs that seem retrained, slow, peaceful, a certain rhythm that keeps on repeating. A voice that makes no effort, not even on the chorus part. It’s calm, it accepts what’s said in the song. It all seems smooth, normal, it’s a song of dealing with life. But if you actually listen to it, you feel the storm, thunder, earthquake hidden in it. The tormented soul, the restless mind, the pain, the anger, the pain, the torture. All hidden under a smiling face, listening to a song, dealing with the people around.
That tortured soul is just looking for a way to channel out all that’s eating it alive, from the inside. And the song helps. This is what listening to The Frames – Seven day mile triggered in my mind…
If you have a condition that makes you want to travel, travel and never stop traveling, then moving right next to the airport is a very bad choice. Every time you see a plane take off, your heart starts racing and you know you’d love to be in that plane as well. It does not even matter where it goes.
It happens at every take off. And there are plenty of those throughout the day! But other than wanting to pack my things and go, I remember this specific song. It’s Snow Patrol, Chasing Cars. Well, planes in my case. And the need to just get moving is replaced by this acute desire to just lie down somewhere in my garden and chase planes in our heads, holding hands, saying nothing… (more…)
Joanna Young’s challenge, the Mission Impossible Group Writing Project, managed to inspire me and many others to do something I had never done before. In my particular case, trying to write (and managing I hope) lyrics for a song. Here’s the full list of wonderful people that jumped out of their comfort zone and tried soemthing else, something new, something inspiring. Congratulation everyone!
Poetry: A Little Lark from Write a Writing
Tanka: Pink Petal Bokeh Shimmer and a Tanka Experiment by Wonderwebby
I used to enjoy exploring writing this way but like many things, I forgot how much fun playing with words could be. Sharing a poem after so long makes me a little uneasy because like visual art, reading poetry can be subjective, and either really good or really, really bad. I know I will look back on this tanka and wish certain words away. But I’m happy to be posting it anyway, because I had fun writing it (more…)
I remember the mad throwing and exchanging of clothes. I remember the make up suggestions and the mascara tips. I remember it took hours to get ready. I remember the long walk from where we were staying to The club. Cause it was a given, Tineretului, all night, every night!
Trying to make way between hundreds of teenagers moving in all directions. The smell of fried fish, kebab, doughnuts, boiled sweet corn, burritos, French fries and spices. People eating, drinking and laughing all over the tiny street, and a 5 minutes walk taking us over 20 minutes. (more…)
