Sunday, 28 February 2010

Stoney- Best Laid Plans

There was me with my pride
Standing our ground, standing our ground
We stood and yelled at the tide
To turn around, to turn around

Well that day would outlive
Our best laid plans, our best laid plans
Something just had to give
And my castle gave itself back to the sand

I was my own and everyone's fool
Mutton dressed up as lamb
But now the emperors clothes have been torn
I can see what I am

So hold my hat for a while
So I feel the rain, so I feel the rain
Take an inch from your mile
And start again, and start again

Put a little light in my soul
You shine I'll glow, you shine I'll glow
See I'm hollow and cold
So let me be the lantern that you hold

And If I take myself seriously
Then I just get confused
They say those who can laugh at themselves
Will never cease to be amused

I wanna find you
I wanna find you
(fall in love again)
I wanna find you again
I wanna find you
I wanna find you
(the stillness of content)
I wanna find you again

Wednesday, 24 February 2010

turn around,
the snow is falling

stand still
the bells are ringing

look there
the star is shivering.

smell it
doesn't it smell like love?

and to think you
could have missed
all those things.

Monday, 22 February 2010

too angry to be sorry
too angry to see
too angry to understand
too angry to sleep

Thursday, 18 February 2010

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahlil Gibran

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

Monday, 15 February 2010

Buson Yosa

Rudens sutemos gula

Šiemet aš

Vienišesnis nei pernai

Wednesday, 10 February 2010


Stan Brakhage : One thing I know is that there’s no two people on Earth alike; all their cells are as unique as snowflakes.

Jonas Mekas: But the interesting thing is, that despite the fact that every snowflake has its own shape, beyond the shape there is water. Somewhere they all meet, somewhere we all meet. When people call me an independent, I usually say, no, I depend on many things, my friends, my past, what I read, all the poets.

Tuesday, 9 February 2010

The essence of memories from Jean-Sebastien Monzani on Vimeo.

a little bit

too tired to sleep.
too sleepy to write.
too tired to think.

Saturday, 6 February 2010

the stillness of this moment.
i will carry it on forever.
the look on your face.
i was about to jump
into the blackness of the water
oh the look on your face
when you grabbed me by
my trembling naked arm.
i will always carry
that moment with me
and the smell of your
naked skin.
the feel of the summer

Thursday, 4 February 2010

zydras dangus ir
sniegas vidurvasari
virsta pieniu pukais

tegu III

tegul jusu
dustantys plauciai
prisipildo oro.
o mano nauja siela
tegu bus pagaminta
kai atsimerksi
tavo rudos akys
ir saulelydzius.
skrendancius paukscius
ir mylincius tevus.
o kai gaivinsi
tuos dustancius
mane ir mano siela.
tavo rudos akys
bus liudnos ir
ieskosi prasmes
o jos nera
mano siela is smelio
ir netikrai gera.


can you remember sitting by that window
listening to the stars late at night.
talking with the wind early in the morning.
making Love late in the afternoon.

i miss the sweet smell of Wood.
the bitter sound of Wind.
i miss the sight of Your brown eyes.
and the beautiful Sunrises.

can You tell me that story
the last one about Fairies
the one that i heard from You
before leaving. before this..

You cannot remember can you
the absence has filled you with
emptiness. You carry no more
stories. they float around You
but You cannot actually remember.
i miss your stories and Your
smell at night. i'll stay here in
this cold cold room and listen..
for a little while.