the war

Now we seemed like nothing has happened. Were are eating, working, looking at the sexy girls pictures, laughing... like nothing has happened. We were sitting at nice cafe drinking mohito and capuchino. Now I`m happy I can sleep at least, cause i`m sick. Completement malade.

It doesn`t matter who was the first. The politics decided for us. The silly war
I was anxious. I`ve read all the news in CNN and newsru.com. Russian TV was the shameful rubbish heap. I couldn`t sleap in spite of Marika and other georgian friends were in USA. It wasn` t any security threat to them and to me too. But I felt defenseless in my small stony box. I`ve scared. I saw a nightemares: the Fratricide, an Uproar and the Flood.
Before the last day I saw the real nightmare: UFOs in the sky. I was walking along the street after the workday: 20 red and yellow lights flyed fastly throw the sky, firm of purpose and indifferent to anybody.
And I`ve realized that the war is not mine. But I am responsible for everything.
We`ve chosen the hell. Because we are the hell ourselves.

I`m sick and I don`t know what to do next.

an anxiety, delicacy and hope

once again

Summertime

More positive vertion of this sad song then i`ve listened before.



Writing in the blog looks like a drinking with yourself. So cheers, darling!

summer

When the rain started I was walking and shooting doves. I like rain but it was too cold to be outside. I don`t feel summer.
The yacht season will be opened next week. Ehhhooo!

come back

Three days in the country without any computers, phones and other devices.
Just moving, breathing, crying, screaming, runing, swiming and dancing. Listening to the body. Second night we had a fire show and i tried to beat the drum. I like to play music. Sometimes i use my gitar. Some years ago i played piano. Usually in the forest i take my jew's-harp. But it was my first experience with a tomtom. I tryed to find a rythm, listened to other players ( we had some flute, other drum, and a lot of other music devices i don`t know how the call)
But my music was so boring. And other played awful. I was so sad. But sudenly I looked at the lake, trees and sky. Stars moved to the fire. The fire flow out in the water. And hole this univers started to breath. My body began to move (like in the small dance) and my hands beated the drum. And i`ve make it! I didn`t have to think or to do enything. It was a flow of music. Music of my body.
It was so hard to hold longer because of fuckin drank tourists who came to see the show.
But i had some minutes

mice & spiders

I`ve seen a spider on the floor of my bathroom. I wasn`t surprised cause i`ve seen some mice before. Oh, such an ugly creations! I hate them. But like in the cause of mice, i can`t kill it. Even stones and trees has a mind and a soul (oh, i`m so naif) So i take it with a towel and throw away.
I hope it was a good sign.

Good morning my darling. Show must go on!