…… و لكن

“It’s not God that I don’t accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return him the ticket.”*

Is it really that bad to lie, Alyosha.

Alyosha, do not look away for the blood on my hand is mine

Is it really that bad to lie, Alyosha.

Alyosha, are not you my brother ?

“It’s not God that I don’t accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return him the ticket.”*

*from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Lyrics in English  :

please note the translation is not perfect as it the product of Google translate and my common sense (unfortunately I do not speak Turkish)

“Her Akşam Vodka Rakı ve Şarap” is an old Turkish song the singer of this version is Dario Moreno and I think he is the original singer, I have to admit that finding information about this song is not an easy task.

the video is from one of  my favourite  Turkish movies in the recent years The Market: A Tale of Trade directed by Ben Hopkins who also made a documentary called 37 Uses for a Dead Sheep which is awesome as well!!

just about right ..

Julia: you know I imagine myself doing things !!

Me:  right..

Julia: in the morning, in front of the mirror,while i am putting my makeup , I imagine myself screaming at it that I am sane

“I AM SANE , I AM SANE, I AM SANE, I AM SANE , I AM SANE, I AM SANE ”

Me: Does the mirror say any thing back ?

Julia: I do not talk to mirrors, I just imagine.

Me: shame .. try to put the make on the mirror instead of your face, she might say something then.

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Julia: you are an Idiot, you know !

Me: right ..

I sometimes imagine that I have no mouth
walking in very grey streets among other mouth-less shadows
Other times I imagine the mouth-less me is sitting by a white table
playing with a knife thinking “would not be a fine idea to stab my face
to carve myself a .. “Smile”, sounds as a good name for wound

The lyrics- Yevgeniy Pavlovich Grebyonka (1812-1848),
the music – Florian Hermann – on 7 March 1884.

DARK (BLACK EYES)

Dark eyes, burning eyes
Passionate and splendid eyes
How I love you, How I fear you
Verily, I saw you at a sinister hour

Dark eyes, flaming eyes
They implore me into faraway lands
Where love reigns, where peace reigns
Where there is no suffering, where war is forbidden

Dark eyes, burning eyes
Passionate and splendid eyes
I love you so, I fear you so
Verily, I saw you at a sinister hour

If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t be suffering so
I would have lived my life smiling
You have ruined me, dark eyes
You have taken my happiness away forever

Dark eyes, burning eyes
Passionate and splendid eyes
I love you so, I fear you so
Verily, I saw you at a sinister hour

“I must have left the window open” that what I said to myself when i saw a pigeon on the edge of my bath when I came home today
have you ever tried to talk to a pigeon in a sign language … believe you me it is not that simple !

after a while we agreed to divide the flat, it can use the bathroom and i will stay in the living room and we both leave the hallway as a no man\pigeon land

After a while, the Pigeon came up with a bright idea. since it came through the bath window, may be it can leave through it too

life can be a bit less boring .. accidentally

lamba neon from emad maher on Vimeo.

I just knew that Nina Simon died in 2003 !!

I did not know ..  I thought she was alive, breathing and humming but i was wrong.  I feel low for to me she died few moments ago

how amusing that this world can not be more depressing, for seven years she was dead I just did not know

If I die and my soul is lost .. no buddy’s fault but mine

sinner man where you ganna run to  ..  the lord said go to the devil

but i am just a soul who’s intentions are good, Oh lord do not let me be misunderstood

منذ زمن –  يبدو لي كقرون الأن – أخترت أن أكون مصيبا على أن أكون سعيدا …  لم أعرف عندها بأنني لن أكون أيهما