Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Leaving

"What are you trying to say?"
"All men have the stars," he answered, "but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems. For my businessman they were wealth. But all these stars are silent. You-- you alone-- will have the stars as no one else has them--"
"What are you trying to say?"
"In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... you-- only you-- will have stars that can laugh!"
And he laughed again.
"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... and your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, 'Yes, the stars always make me laugh!' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you..."
And he laughed again.
"It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh..."

/Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - The Little Prince/

Monday, January 15, 2007

Storm

I woke up and the storm was gone, leaving no real evidence of broken countless dreams of the sleeping city.
I was awake all night long, and fell asleep only when the morning was about to appear above the arsenal behind my window. The window with no curtains. The World outside the same window (as Tanita Tikeram used to sing) was going mad while I was falling into enjoyment of the World inside of me.
There is a feeling of leaving, and I don't know where it comes from.
But I woke up and the storm was gone..

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Without

Never ending rain has become a connective unit of the past and the future in the streets of my city.


Just like the wilderness of my dreams.





Wednesday, January 10, 2007

A day


Chaotic universe in a still mind. I am sitting and enjoying the landscape of memories and dreams. Driving the road, which comes and dissapears into the great Nothingness bringing in amazing colors from the other side of space..

Monday, January 08, 2007

Rosh in Riga & the celebration of the New!

When the plane which brought the amazing smile of Rosh and thousands of memories from our time in Asia landed in the airport of my city I almost bursted into tears.. Emotions..

No snow in Riga as I promised before. Shame.
No frozen lakes.
No frozen sea.
Not even real cold.
Nobody remembers such a winter as this one..
Global warming?
I am powerless about this...

The days and nights passed in endless jam-sessions and talks, talks, talks.
A little bit of Hoki-Mai:)


Making the masks for the New Years party we actually never finished or used. But the charm of the process..


The old solstice tradition in Latvia "Kekatas" (going around village houses and bringing blessing before New Year)

A Latvian, Mauri and Livonian in a dark :)


The fortune telling, dances and craziness in a special place with special people. The Livonian coast and wonderful Livonian and very international youth.

Melting of our happiness for the next year (an old tradition)

And the magic of children




Happy the New!

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Moments..

The importance hides in the flow... In the waves of my sea. In the eternal non-stillness..


Some days ago I was telling Someone to stop steeling moments..
Now I am sitting on the floor, drinking hot blackcurrant juice with lemon, smoking shisha (waterpipe), listening to Pink Floyd and thinking how much I am steeling moments as well from Someone else's life...
I hear the words from the most beautiful song Pink Floyd has made: "..how I wish you were here", and I am thinking how much I finally don't miss anything and Anyone...

But I know, that a new day will come - new morning without sunrise and evening wihtout setting sun, when embracing my teddy bear I will be laying down on my bed and thinking how much I have nothing and how much of Everything..

How much actually we all have Everything. And how much we often feel having nothing.
We, humans, are so freaky...

Friday, January 05, 2007

Escape



Which will you go for
Which will you love
Which will you choose from
From the stars above
Which will you answer
Which will you call
Which will you take for
For your one and all
And tell me now
Which will you love the best.

Which do you dance for
Which makes you shine
Which will you choose now
If you won't choose mine
Which will you hope for
Which can it be
Which will you take now
If you won't take me
And tell me now
Which will you love the best.

/Nick Drake/

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Walking through Christmas...

The space without answers
The place without snow
The time outside the reality
Is so real..


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Too real..