I hate it.

Posted in Music, Personal with tags on February 1, 2012 by voicewithinsilence

I’ve always hated January. It is able to awaken what I patiently, slowly, convincingly, hide and bury all the passing year. Pointless,it seems.There comes January to shake you off,to laugh at you and now order you to recollect and bury again, your suicidal depressive little mental games.

I’ve been listening to (and reading) Chris Corner’s genius mere existence and I unknowingly silently thank him for creating the little,powerful IAMX Religion.

“And it breaks my heart, that we live this way….”

P.S. It is snowing.:) 

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Your friend and enemy.

Posted in Music, Personal, Poetry with tags on January 20, 2012 by voicewithinsilence

Let’s be honest (for once): Love and hate collides only within music.
No one is harmed but your soul.
And you love it.
You hate that fact.
Such a pleasant surrender to something unknown and irresistible ,
when fortification is your only goal to life.
Protection.Security.Order.Logic.Righteousness.:
All come into one,all you fight for.
But right there is when music cheats you.
Such an adorable betrayal.
You smile it off, or you cry your self to death.
Yet you like it.
You love it.
You hate it.
You become gold.

 

 

  love you for your silence, I love you for your peace
The still and calm releases that sweep into my soul
That slowly take control

I love you for your passion, I love you for your fire
The violent desire that burns me in its flame
A love I dare not name

 

PS. Thank you Mr Freddie. (No undervaluing of Mrs Montserrat Caballe.)

Marion Cotillard’s best performance on La Vie En Rose.

Posted in Movies with tags , , , on January 8, 2012 by voicewithinsilence

For me, one of the best scenes in the whole life of cinema. No more words are needed to say.

Take me there.

Posted in Take me there. with tags on January 8, 2012 by voicewithinsilence

Send me to London.

Afternoon joys.

Posted in Music with tags , on January 5, 2012 by voicewithinsilence

I sit and think about the day that you’re gonna die,
‘Cause your wrinkled eyes betrayed the joy with which you smiled.
Care to see my reason?
Care to put your life in mine?
Looking at life from the perspective of a boy
Who’s learnt to love you but has also learned to grow.
Could we make it better, stormy weather?
So I dunno.

I look at you,
You look at me,
We bite each other.
And with your bitter words you kick me in the gutter.
But my troops are bigger than yours
‘Cause you’ll never stand my fight.
Ours is a family that’s based upon tradition
But with my careless words I tread upon your vision.
Are five kids better than one, who’d busy like to be gone?

This is to my name,
This ain’t a greater plan to break your heart of me.
I know that what I’ve started means that when we have parted
I can live in honesty.

Cap ou pas cap?

Posted in Personal on December 30, 2011 by voicewithinsilence

Sophie was back in the game! Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas’s trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford’s beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates’ fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger’s testosterone shots, Pam Anderson’s lips! Woodstock, raves… Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life! 

Another month of the year.

Posted in Personal on December 27, 2011 by voicewithinsilence

December is just another month of the year when the number of your dreams grow, the number of your fears get doubled, the routine hasn’t even the slightest wish to lighten herself a little (just a little bit is all we ask); but what is more important is that the number of the ones you love does not change. What changes, is the weather.