Who wants to live forever?

There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
yet slips away from us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever....?

There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us

Who wants to live forever
Who dares to love forever?

Who dares, who dares

Who dares to love forever?
When love must die

But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today

Who waits forever anyway?

they showed 'The Wall' tonight / global warning

eric prydz vs pink floyd - proper education
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbPV6sqbbyU
mind the Bricks please..

"this is how i speak to my city"

a guy sitting at the edge of a roof of a high-rise, folding a paper jet /plane, with a written message to his city on the paper, describing what he is doing, poetry. an MTV ad/clip. nowhere on the internet yet - hence had to post this.

Kraków

seeing you for the first time coming on the platform - smiling, sitting at the chocolaterie talking about our presents and futures, smelling the smelly furs at Sukiennice, watching the great Russian dancers, eating wonderful sheep-cheese Oszczypek, talking about Witek in the ornamental cathedral, talking about the role of symbols and the doubts of the Pope, sitting in the afternoon sun opposite to each other at Wawel - fiesting :), having the amazing Zurek and Pierogy at Miodowa where they spray cabbage plus talking to the English couple there, sitting next to each other at the Wisla bank, almost suffocating at the first sip of the French-Moldovan wine, getting wet in the storm, you lying next to me in bed. Beautiful sunny morning, the salt mine with million signatures, talking to the guy from Yorkshire, drinking beer while sitting in the swings, eating at the Georgian restaurant with the real Georgian and the handsome waiter, talking very openly about everything but not really being able to solve anything, watching the marvellous break-dancers (the missionaries of rhytm), listening to acordeons playing Bach, watching His Best Friend win million euros, trying out my first smoke at Pod Baranami, changing from platform 3 to 5 and back for ever..

I Want It All

08colleen-petite_fleur.mp3

ahoj ala..

i've just come from a 'good-bye saying going-out' downtown.. it's a very strange feeling.. and a fucked up world.. where you stay somewhere, make friends, just to never see them again some time later..

writing is bad, because i took up another thing from work for some additional money, and thought it would take less time..

my walls are already bare, my shelves are almost empty, my memories are packed in boxes, my soul is already on stand-by..

i want to be already in that stupid bus and bounce my head against the stupid window glass until my head skin gets itchy and i scratch it in an explosion of impatience and useless resistance to the necessity of change..

i sat by the river and the water flowed so effortlessly..

Just putting it down into words... thus putting it off?

I am re-reading the book I want to give to you.

There were twice tears in my eyes today.

First as I read the letter I wrote to you last year but never gave.

The other as I was imagining how I'll say goodbye to you in three weeks.

The image was that I, after all the small talk and some goodbyes in the hall of your room, would stand outside your door, and say 'close the door'. In the very closing, I would say 'I love you', thus not letting you any time to react but to let the door click close and never open again.. I would remain standing outside or disappear in thin air as my existence would probably have fulfilled its purpose..

Now I realize that that the scene is probably exatly the embodiment of how I am, in fact, really planning to say goodbye to you - leaving the book and the letter with you, while giving you no chance to respond..

.. to what end? Not to appear like the weak or pitiful one again? Not to touch in any way what is between you and Leon? Not to be disappointed again since I'd be giving you no chance to react? Probably all three of these.

This is not pathetic..

Today again

in a dream

Cranberries - Dreams.mp3