Saturday, 25 September 2010

Hac нeт...

незаметно уходит день
мы свою отпускаем тень на свет, на свет
все равно, что там за окном
об одном мысли об одном
нас нет, нас нет…
для всех нас просто нет,
отключен телефон
в глазах надежды след,
признаний полутон,
томление огня и тени силуэт,
молчанья глубина
для всех нас просто нет…
Somehow, I do exist without you. I still can breathe, can smile, can laugh, can love, can  live...
It's just better when you're near.

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Forever thine, Forever mine, Forever ours



Ну, целуй меня, целуй,
Хоть до крови, хоть до боли.
Не в ладу с холодной волей
Кипяток сердечных струй.

Опрокинутая кружка
Средь веселых не для нас.
Понимай, моя подружка,
На земле живут лишь раз!

Оглядись спокойным взором,
Посмотри: во мгле сырой
Месяц, словно желтый ворон,
Кружит, вьется над землей.

Ну, целуй же! Так хочу я.
Песню тлен пропел и мне.
Видно, смерть мою почуял
Тот, кто вьется в вышине.

Увядающая сила!
Умирать - так умирать!
До кончины губы милой
Я хотел бы целовать.

Чтоб все время в синих дремах,
Не стыдясь и не тая,
В нежном шелесте черемух
Раздавалось: "Я твоя".

И чтоб свет над полной кружкой
Легкой пеной не погас -
Пей и пой, моя подружка:
Сергей Есенин


Sunday, 12 September 2010

IV

её глаза на звезды не похожи,
в них бьется мотыльком живой огонь
ещё один обычный вечер прожит,
а с ней он каждый раз другой

её упреки вестники прохлады
как скошенная в августе трава,
и пусть в ее словах ни капли правды - 
она божественно права

где-то ангелы кричат:
«прости, прощай!»
плавится душа, как свеча,
разлилась по сердцу печаль,
я на веки твой
ты ничья

её сиянье затмевает солнце
и замерзает кровь в её тени,
такое счастье дорого дается,
венец откуда ни взгляни

любой валет в её большой колоде
падет, как жертва ревности слепой,
она одна и от меня уходит
давно проторенной тропой

где-то ангелы кричат:
«прости, прощай!»
плавится душа, как свеча,
разлилась по сердцу печаль,
я на веки твой

Friday, 10 September 2010

I'm not afraid.


And every time I looked up, he was there.

Friday, 20 August 2010

Something

It's a prize you don't have to merit.

Wednesday, 11 August 2010

Back




Pictures can't really show the mood. They are still rather peaceful - just the way I felt covering hundreds of miles from Brussels to Hague to Amsterdam just to get high. Not to escape. Just to have fun. As before.

Monday, 2 August 2010

Das Geht Ab


What happens in Amsterdam - stays in Amsterdam.

Thursday, 29 July 2010

Would you believe ?

"...Грудь предчувствием боли не сжата,
Если хочешь, в глаза погляди.
Не люблю только час пред закатом,
Ветер с моря и слово «уйди»."
Анна Ахматова


...And if you were here, I could deceive you.

Friday, 23 July 2010

In All Fairness

You were not the only one.

Never mind, I'm just learning to fly.

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Ахматова

А ты думал - я тоже такая,
Что можно забыть меня,
И что брошусь, моля и рыдая,
Под копыта гнедого коня.

Или стану просить у знахарок
В наговорной воде корешок
И пришлю тебе странный подарок -
Мой заветный душистый платок.

Будь же проклят. Ни стоном, ни взглядом
Окаянной души не коснусь,
Но клянусь тебе ангельским садом,
Чудотворной иконой клянусь,
И ночей наших пламенным чадом -
Я к тебе никогда не вернусь.
Июль 1921, Царское Село

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

Move On

Sometimes when it's too dark... way too dark...
All you have to do is

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Beauty

Dubai, June 2010

Somewhere in France, June 2010

Dubai, June 2010

Dijon, June 2010

Somewhere in France where we randomly stopped and, dead tired,fell asleep on the field with cigarettes, letting the music chorus from all the 3 cars. June 2010

Monday, 21 June 2010

I Wasn't Meant To Grow Up, It Just Happened


Dubai, June 2010

Yesterday I was literally on top of the world.
But what I really want today, is a bottle of champagne at night, careless whispers of the waves, blinding stars, and my soul back. That's all I want.

Sunday, 20 June 2010

Aliens

There is nothing much to say. Let me simply introduce my childhood addiction, my complete and utter opposite, my insistent drug dealer, my loony, my half, my worst relation and my best friend - Alisa.

Our ranch in Texas... Don't ask.

Looking through our pictures together.
"Oh my goodness, what the HELL is wrong with my face ??"
Pause.
"...It's me."

Making brownies together. As soon as I get them out of the oven, she tries to steal one off, and I hit her with a scoop. She starts to whine and sigh wistfully every 3 seconds.
"I am sorry mamaaaa, I never meant to heart yooouuu, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight..."
"I'm eating your brownies in my closet."

Her mom calling her late at night.
"Mom ? What's up ?"
"I wasn't dialing YOU, why are you picking up ?"
"Oh, sorry."

"She's saying she can't come to your party tomorrow. She's really sorry about it."
"Oh, that's such a shame. It would be nice to hang out with someone adequate."

She pulls my ponytail.
"What's up ?"
"Nothing, it just hangs in a funny way."

She peels the kiwis, I cut them.
"Hey, can you wash them as well ? I don't like much fluffy kiwis, and there is hairs left all over them."
"Where is the razor ?"
"Will Veet do ?"

"Tomorrow be at my place at around 12pm, ok ?"
"12 pm ??! You mean, I have to get up BEFORE 12 ?????!!!!"

Playing Scrabble. She manages to invent a new word - "idine". Now imagine a movie-like voice :
"I-dine : new application for your I-phone."

"What the hell ?!"
"I would even allow myself to say, what the FUCK ?!"

"Представь, в Голливуде встречаю я Спилберга, и он меня приглашает на роль..."
"Динозавра ?"
"Нет !!! Ну хотя бы на роль ассистента..."
"Ассистента динозавра ?"

"Чакру тебе начистить ?"

"Ну представь, как здорово было бы, вырастила ты в горшке траву, скрутила..."
"Ага, а потом пришли тебя скрутили."

Ложимся на воду.
"Ну если водный мотоцикл будет слишком близко проезжать, то я унюхаю, конечно. А вот если акулка будет проплывать, то врядли."
"Скорее акулка нас унюхает."

"My ex used to say I've nice boobs. That was basically the only good thing about him - my boobs."

"Тону !!!"
"Та ни х*я ты не тонешь, мы на дне стоим."

"Давай отплывём, а то тут целый очаг морской флоры..."
"Если отплывём, нас морская фауна на водных мотоциклах переедет - вон она уже зигзаги вырисовывает."

Беседы о будущем...
"Нет, ну свекровь... Не знаю, не люблю я свекровей, в приципе. Наверное, отправлю её куда-нибудь подальше, в Техас, на ранчо..."
"Ну а если она будет такая добрая, хорошая мадам ?"
"Ну... будем навещать её тогда иногда... Привозить ей пресную воду. Книги там, по коневодству."


"You can count on me, buddy."


Friday, 18 June 2010

Foreign Flag

Dubai, June 2010

Nights are all different. We stay the same.

you make that dance look so new 

     and I'm in awe 

          a face like you've never seen 
               I'm yours tonight 
                    so come on 
                         light the stage 
                              so we can all take off 
                                   anywhere 
                                        we'll never come back, ever 


Pictures by Alisa Zykova and Scaenica

Thursday, 17 June 2010

Alchemy

Dubai, June 2010

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper. I cannot quite make it out.
Annie Dillard

It's too late for appealing to common sense. Our hearts are drifting further and further away from the coast towards the alluring blinding sphere. We are too far gone.




Picture by Alisa G. With the author of the blog somewhere amidst splashes. 

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

Home

Dubai, June 2010


Everything is suddenly so clear, so pure, so simple. You hold your breath for a moment, then let it go. And you realize your heart is still beating. You stay up late, you wake up late, you slowly, step by step, sort everything out (whatever's still possible to sort), you randomly go outside at night to watch the fireworks, you drink freshly squeezed pineapple juice in liters and eat ice-cream in pots even though you caught a chill, you drive around and get stuck in every traffic jam imaginable, listening to music you used to love, you meet your old friends, build new memories, and then you just keep afloat in the sea until the last rays of incandescent sun sink under its glittery ruffling surface. Welcome home.


Saturday, 12 June 2010

Nights


And here comes my everlasting, unchangeable anti-depressant... It's almost 2AM here. At home...
Right now, it's just that music of waves outside of my window. Those whispers of the slightest wind. The darkest, inky-blue sky with shiny dots of airplane lights and falling stars here and there. Apart from that, nothing else matters.
Picture by Musya Joenoes

Thursday, 10 June 2010

"You Are Running Out Of Fuel"

Somewhere next to Paris, June 2010

and watching lovers part, I feel you smiling
glass splinters lie so deep in your mind
to tear out from your eyes, with a word to stiffen brooding lies
but I only watch you leave me further behind
and the sun drips down, bedding heavily behind
the front of your dress all shadowy lined
and the droning engine throbs in time
with your beating heart

"Can I drive ?"
"Your license is not valid in Europe, right ?"
"Even if it was, I don't have it on me now."
"Oh well... Sure. Drive."

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

Unforgiven

Dubai, December 2009

I would have shown you my home one day... Not the one built on mindless glitter and tacky splendor. Not the one created on someone's tears and ruined lives. The one I belong to. The sea. Its endlessness, its serenity, its blinding sparkles of hope, of love, of tenderness playing hide-and-seek behind the waves. Its darkest depth. I have a phobia when it comes to deep water, did you know ? No one will ever get the chance to get deeper than to that peaceful surface, lit by the sun. No one. There are too many secrets underneath. Too many fears, too much bitterness, too much sorrow. Too much truth.
The truth is, we are too scared to be alone. Especially when the night comes. It sort of wraps us in nostalgia, hysteria, our deepest, darkest thoughts, making us choke on what we used to see, used to love, used to value. The worst thing is, we are not even lost. The best thing is, we keep changing. And perhaps, perhaps one day we might get a chance to find those crumbs of innocence we've hidden so well. Nevertheless, the only truth is - we are unforgiven.
What have we done, tell me, what have we done ?...

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Map Of The World



They laugh. They forget. They change. They explore. They argue. They accept. They move on. They refuse. They regret. They hate. They protect. They enjoy. They try. They complain. They pretend. They support. They encourage. They forgive. They trust. They love. They remember.


And no matter where they are...



"We're going to come and visit each other a lot, right ?"
"Of course."
"Like every week-end ?"
"Sure..."
"Like, one week-end you'll come over to your place, and the next one I'll go to my place..."
Silence.
"Er... I was planning to go to my place every night, actually."

"What were you guys doing ?"
"What can a man and a woman do in a locked room at 2 AM ?"
"Make love..."
"Oh yes. We had a passionate, almost wild intercourse with the legitimacy of the EU."

"No, I just want to fall in love once and for the rest of my life ! And let him be my one and only..."
"Yes, darling, I thought so too [married for the 5th time]."

"Non, franchement, cette fille, elle a besoin d'un mec... Ou, peut-être, même deux."

"I actually prefer drawing corpulent women. You know, at least there is something to draw."

"If ignorance is the best defense, I'm feeling protected from all angles for my next 3 years of uni."

"I've known you for freaking ages. I know everything about you, every single bloody detail !"
"Why are so annoyed ?"
"Because I just realized I actually know nothing."

"She's so innocent, that if she were the drug dealer, even frontier dogs would be touched at the very sight of her and let her go."

"You want coffee ?"
"Umm... Yeah, that wouldn't be bad..."
"Let me make you some tea then."

"J'ai grossi..."
"T'as grossi ?! Où ??!"
"Ici [pointing at her boobs]."
"...Et ça te dérange ???"

"Could you define love ?"
"It's all about giving. Giving, without asking for anything in return. It's about compassion, and care, and support when needed..."
"I said love, not a humanitarian mission."

"You're evil."
"Yes, and you're saying that after crashing my car."

"You're either a genius, or a complete and utter retard."
"Well, you're either an asshole or my husband."

"You know what's your problem ? You're too intelligent."

"Oh hi ! You're alive ?"
"No."

"I sat next to her expecting to cheat. But she didn't know shit !"
"Let's just say, her knowledge was not that... profound."

"You know what's really annoying me right now ? My brain just refuses to acknowledge the fact of its existence."

"Oh my, I'm so fucked... Oh, I'm so screwed... Oh man, this is not even remotely going to plan, not in a million years !"
"What's wrong ??"
"I have to leave in ten minutes and I don't have enough time to do my nails !"

"Best is, it actually makes sense !"
"It's 'cause you have a cool name without "Ys" and "Zs" and fucking stupid letters."

"Darling, save my life !!!!"
"God, what happened ?"
"Do you have a pencil sharpener ?"

"Couldn't you have chosen another night to commit suicide ? When it wasn't this windy at least ? Say, last week when it was 15 degrees ?"
"I was on holiday last week."
"...Fair enough."

"Honey, installing this program on your net-book would be like driving the hay around on a Maybach."

"I had this particular dream for ages now..."
"What is it ?"
"To hit somebody with a frying pan."

"Oh, oh, the boat is moving !"
"It's not. We're drunk."

"I would even quit smoking so that my hand is always free to hold his."

"You know what we were doing in the shower together ? Brainstorming for the exam."

"How can you combine such a masculine character with such a feminine appearance ?"
"I'm a hermaphrodite at heart."

"You know, you are like the Gothic queen of this castle. Eating cheese."
"Good to know I'm not like the Gothic queen of this castle, eating a hot-dog."

"Drat, we just passed out on that bed, and the moment we woke up there way this guy telling us to pay 70 euros for it, because apparently the room was private and... Don't touch the breakfast ! Don't touch it ! We'll have to pay more !!!"

"Imagine, before, in the 19th century, when women used to wear so many petticoats... It used to take ages to undress them !"

"I hate swearing, I never swear."
"Except when little kids take your place on the swing, then you curse like a trooper."

"I covered quite a flexible, I'd say even vast time-frame in my [45-minute] essay. From mesozoic era till the end of the Cold War."

"You look like a druggie."
"I enjoy giving the wrong impression."
"And you do it with perfection."

"Hey, come on, stop complaining ! I mean look, we just climbed the mountain !"
"Yeah, would be good to descend now."

"I think I'm in love..."
"Who is she ?"
"You know her. You see her every day, actually."
"Really ?? Where, at school ?"
"In the mirror."

"Je trouve que le Carré Noir a le rapport très fort avec la finance. Et surtout, avec la globalisation dans la société contemporaine."
"Ah oui, ah oui, je suis d'accord... Tout à fait, je vois très clairement ce que tu veux dire et je trouve que ton raisonnement est assez intéressant. Tu pourrais même faire le doctorat sur ça, tu sais ?"
"...Et tu sais que je note des citations comme ça, en effet ?"
"Bah, j'étais sûre !"



...From Dijon to Paris, to Barcelona, to Prague, to Moscow, to Kiev, to London, to New York City, to Brussels, to Nancy, to Cannes, to Monaco, to Menton, to Rome, to Milan, to Sofia, to Dnepropetrovsk, to Pittsburgh, to Boston, to Saint-Petersburg, to Warsaw, to Bucharest, to Toronto, to Los Angeles, to Montpelier, to Stuttgart, to Washington, to Berlin, to Geneva, to Beirut, to Montreal, to Bratislava, to Vienna, to Cairo, to Belgrade, to Tuscany, to Dubai...

Thursday, 3 June 2010

Sober

I hate to break you, wreck your heart and soul.
Yet time has come, too late.

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

1/2 + 1/2

Paris, January 2010

The calendar says it's summer. But there is no sun. Often the weather sort of adapts to our mood, making us just numb enough to say goodbye without tears, tired enough to resist crying "don't go" out loud, apathetic enough to forget for a moment everything we might be recalling till the end afterwards...
I remember I used to play piano. I wouldn't even recall I wanted to try and play it again one day, before I was told that my old piano, the one that lived through everything with me, was already in Belgium, in my future apartment. He sent it without even asking me.
Perhaps, one day, I will give him the reason to feel proud again...

Sunday, 30 May 2010

You Suddenly Complete Me

Dijon, May 2010

"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And in the meantime drown in a cigarette smoke in the middle of half-packed memories within four empty walls.
How I wish you were here...

Saturday, 29 May 2010

Heartbeat

When your heart starts to race, when your eyes shine, when your soul ignites, and you just forget about the rest of the world, forget about your fears, your troubles, your distress... It's all in the past now. It's all in the past to stay.
You hear someone's voice. You see someone's name. You only dare whisper, not to scare in away.
You think it's an illusion, a beautiful illusion, and you pray it stays. And never ever ends.

Thursday, 27 May 2010

It's Happened Before And It Will Happen Again





Paris, February 2010

Moving. Again. The sight of suitcases all over the place always makes me feel excited, yet a bit melancholic. I'm not scared of new places, strangers, foreign languages, I've kind of become immune to all of it by now. Leaving friends and family behind - even that doesn't bring me down anymore. It's happened before, and not only to me, and I know it will happen again.
The word "moving" itself doesn't even freak me out anymore. I moved places so many times that another exhausting journey to a new country, loaded with suitcases and boxes, cursing every traffic jam, staircase or broken elevator, seems to be completely normal, and rather entertaining.
I remember a couple of months ago I was staying at my friend's place in Paris. She moved places as much as I did, if not more. We were listening to Radiohead, I was reading Astrid Lindgren (yes, I adore her), she was making some hot wine for us to have before going out for our usual midnight walk around the city. Then I can't really recall what came first, but suddenly I decided to ask her if she's got home. Because I personally consider not having any home at all - I never stayed enough time in any place to become too attached to it. But she said yes. She said something I will remember forever, no matter how simple it seems to be : "My home is wherever I end up. Currently this tiny apartment in Paris is my home. Afterwards, who knows ?". Thus, I assumed my home was Dijon... She said no.
"You're at my place right now, you sleep here, you live here. Yes, for a few days. Nevertheless, right now - you belong to Paris".

Sunday, 23 May 2010

Chemistry

Auguste Rodin, "The Kiss"
Paris, February 2010

The Ocean Takes Me Into Watch You Shaking
Watch You Weigh Your Powers
Tempt With Hours Of Pleasure
Take Me One More Time
Take Me One More Wave
Take Me For One Last Ride
I’m Out Of My Head

Tonight