why can'it just be simple and true , without complications, lightweighted , like a feather ...

Today i was thinking about Maria Aua . Is it better to live without facebook ? Sometimes i wonder ...

De poeet is een aristocratische zwerver.
opzoek naar een zwervende aristocrate ...

my heart
stop repeating
she is more beautiful
than ever

it's not fear but passion that stops me
from speaking to you
it is too big
too much

it will kill me.

Who is it ... that never lets you down.
Who is it ...  that gave you back your crown.
And now they're handing it over ... handing it over .

just imagine ... Nick Cave covering this song ... it 'ld become enormous .

It's becoming increasingly difficult to communicate with normal people, i feel like i'm not living in their world and my senses have shut down for them . The good thing is special people show up nearly everyday, strangers i meet for the first time and seem to share same interest . I dont know where these people come from or who send them to me , but the frequency is rather high lately . I'm really thankfull for this . Only i wish it was easier to join forces and find our way out of this labyrinth of modernity .
I feel like i'm living in the wrong century . Fitting in somewhere is nearly impossible . I feel at home within my own personal space and the space of people who are in the same frequency of thought and emotion . That's it , everything else is alien and has an air of violence and indifference . An air of which i am not made and i don't like to pretend to be part of it .  I can't kill myself , i love this life somehow . It is perhaps so that in every hellish surrounding one can find the most beautiful flowers , and once you 're in that odour ...heaven reaches out it's hand ...and for an instant there is true caress.

"Therefore let us be happy while we are happy. Let us be kind, generous, affectionate and good. It is necessary and not at all shameful to take pleasure in the real world." ( from the movie Fanny & Alexander)

Everytime i walk from Robot( KASK) till Coupure , i think of Tim Buckley . Has been like this for years . I have no idea why ...perhaps it's the bench , the trees, the autumnleaves ...some memory of that place that still reverbs around there . To say one thing ... despite being uberromantic and over the top , i admire this artist very much . Goodbye and Hello is the only record i would even dare to compare to Nick Drake's . When your senses are open ...the emotions are allmost to much too take . Offcourse he died young ...

Last night i met an Estonian woman in Fatima bar . Not that something like that is so unimaginable ...but again ... it happens one day after i sent a letter to that same Estonian friend .
Somebody came up to me and said " please have a piece of this cake, but beware it's Estonian " and than a tiny woman in a flowerprinted jacket stood there next to me ...now that's a Halloween night's ghost / or what I imagine one to look like :-)