Friday, 6 April 2012

šalta


Neatsimenu kada paskutinį kartą buvau trputėlį laiminga. 
Mano akys pervargę nuo led(inės) šviesos.
O mano raumenys juda lyg per kisielių. 

Bet ašaros niekaip nebyra

ir šaukti ar pykti visai nesinori
Šalta
ir niekur nedingsta 
rami neviltis

Bobby has velvet skin
He's only seventeen
Raised by the hands of god
(his mother was a slut)

Nobody likes him at school
That's 'cause he knows every rule
Bobby has velvet eyes
Dark as an evening skies

Come to me, Bobby, you'll see
This is your sweet melody.



Thursday, 27 October 2011

Wednesday, 1 June 2011


Noah and the Whale
Originally uploaded by abbigshmail


and the sun always shines down on your shoes
could be a blue blue christmas for you
'cos when the sun always shines down on your shoes
could be a blue blue christmas for you

Oh But the way that your hair is always neat
and your skirts fall below your knees
and your love is so pure and so clean

Oh, well it comforts me

by noah and the whale

Sunday, 17 April 2011

“An orphaned life… like everyone’s. A life illuminated by a strangely radiant death, which continued to glow, in his mind’s eye, like a sort of magic lamp”
Salman Rushdie “Satanic Verses”

Monday, 11 April 2011

Mano siela pasimetusi
mano miegas nebeegzistuoja
as blaskausi ir blaskausi

ir blaskausi
viskas keicias
ir mano akys nesuspeja
gaudyt oro raibuliu

ir as blaskausi

Friday, 25 February 2011

What do YOU think happens when we die?


We rot in the ground for a hot minute. That’s it, dude. Our consciousness simply ceases to exist. Don’t worry. It’s no big deal. You didn’t exist for the first fourteen billion years, and you won’t exist for the next fourteen billion either.

Thursday, 13 January 2011

tegu IV



tegul
pasaulio pabaigai
atėjus
mano trumpi pirštai
perskels jūsu kaukoles
ir aš atrasiu
gyvenimo prasmę.
kai viskas nusidažys
raudonai
iš chaoso pakils pusiau 
juodi sapnai
kiekvienas sapnas
man bus lyg
siuvenyras
sudegusio pasaulio dalis.
sako dievo nėra, 
realigija tik prietarai
aš būsiu 
naujas dievas
nauja teorija 
ir tiesa.
arba aš būsiu velnias
ir maudysiuos
kraujo 
balose. 
neklausiu nieko.
ir NEKLAUSAU

Sunday, 2 January 2011

Ramuma



Forgot how beautiful this song is.


Tarp traukinių bėgių aguona žydėsiu,
Akliems mašinistams skirsiu dainas,
Giedosiu, giedosiu, giedosiu, giedosiu,
Nors jie niekada nesupras.

Tarp traukinių bėgių aguona žydėsiu,
Ramybėje saugosiu kaltes numuštas,
Linguosiu, linguosiu, linguosiu, linguosiu,
Kol rudeniai plyšaus ir verks į balas...


Kai ateis mano mirtelė,
Ramumaramumaramu
Ramumaramumaramu
Ramumaramuma...

Vai ateik, mano mirtele

Saturday, 11 December 2010

It's a small world and I need to keep my mouth shut.