Today in the morning at A.'s place, T. sat on the stairs and said: I like living, I learn about something new everyday. It completely changed the atmosphere around me and still lasts.
I'm thinking of Penelope Cruz and Scarlett Johansson in "VCB"; I want to write down what they did in my memory well; it was true beauty to me.
2009/04/26
2009/04/05
stupefied
Today is like shrugging my shoulders.
And then I fall asleep with my eyes wide open.
But I enjoy the spring sounds of bicycles and roller skates coming from the outside.
And then I fall asleep with my eyes wide open.
But I enjoy the spring sounds of bicycles and roller skates coming from the outside.
2009/04/02
Lili,you know there's still a place for people like us
Today I would like to live in a country of citizens whose gender/sexual preferences and my needs are complementary.
I would like to see countries where mentally handicapped people laugh looking into lights and where there's no one who wouldn't know what to do with their hands when seeing their strange faces twisted in a grimace.
It won't do when they say there's enough place for everyone. I want to know that for every person there is a piece of time and space where they are just right in their form; legitimate, indispensable for other elements.
A world where everyone knows – and is totally sure about that – that the mere fact of being alive authorizes them to happiness, love, serenity – and so on.
Where nobody's move of knife against their own skin is overlooked; where for everyone there is a warm palm of the hand of somebody else. Destined. Waiting.
Such rubbish comes to my mind when I see how young, well educated and mentally balanced people completely consciously refuse to react when an ill person slowly kills herself.
(No, I'm not the one committing the slow suicide. Nor one of those who ignore it, thank God.)
I would like to see countries where mentally handicapped people laugh looking into lights and where there's no one who wouldn't know what to do with their hands when seeing their strange faces twisted in a grimace.
It won't do when they say there's enough place for everyone. I want to know that for every person there is a piece of time and space where they are just right in their form; legitimate, indispensable for other elements.
A world where everyone knows – and is totally sure about that – that the mere fact of being alive authorizes them to happiness, love, serenity – and so on.
Where nobody's move of knife against their own skin is overlooked; where for everyone there is a warm palm of the hand of somebody else. Destined. Waiting.
Such rubbish comes to my mind when I see how young, well educated and mentally balanced people completely consciously refuse to react when an ill person slowly kills herself.
(No, I'm not the one committing the slow suicide. Nor one of those who ignore it, thank God.)
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