March 29, 2012

Where is that button?

Every person has a leading feeling: it is stronger than any of other five senses. If there is no comfort in the leading feeling, then there is no more joy, only dissatisfaction and even depression. It is necessary for everyone to know their priority. This way, we will be able to regain our forces quickly. Some listen to the music, some need caresses and hot bath, some would be inspired by the colors of the sunset and the favorite painting.
There is a leading feeling inside our memory. It is this feeling that comes to our mind when we need to think about this or that event, or subject. This can be a color, a sound, a smell, a taste or a tact. This is what we think about even less. But this is what represents a real lever to manipulate us...
Unless you discover your leading feeling, you are vulnerable. If another person touches on your strings, he can easily manipulate you. This leading feeling is a true button of manipulation when it comes to people, and each time it is pressed on, they are ready to do anything to have this feeling again...

March 22, 2012

Tact and taste - two reversibles

Tact and taste, two different senses. Yet, they are so close. In both, we perceive with our two surfaces - that of the skin and that of the tongue. 
Just as like we can use the word tact figuratively, so we can use the word taste. A person with good taste (and tact) is subtle, delicate, elegant... The sensations of taste have been displaced from exquisitely inner ones into external world with reason. The knowledge of your tastes allows you in any sense to have an especially intimate contact with the world and feel all the richness of its shades. 
Sampling is not only recognition by taste of drinks and food. It is an effort to perceive the whole through a small fragment, to learn new things about life and people. 
There is an episode in a Tarantino's movie called True Romance where a young man comes to visit his father with his girlfriend. The father asks him why he loves her. And the son responds: "She has the taste of a peach". When they leave, the girl gives her boyfriend's father a kiss on the lips in a very frank way... The father says as he watches the car go away: "He's right. The peach..."
True Romance, 1993

March 17, 2012

The taste of a peach

The taste of a peach is a desire that wouldn't come true...
There shouldn't be too many fruit, just one or two. The man in love will separate it with his tactful fingers and will bring it to your lips. Inhale it, touch it, taste it. Its taste is sweet like a kiss, and the aroma drives you crazy. 
Taste it carefully: eaten hastily, it's quickly forgotten. 
The taste of a peach, - she says and smiles. The souvenir of it is stronger than the taste itself, did you notice? 
Her fingers are running over the knife to cut fruit, a small knife with an incrustation, I remember this knife from my childhood, the hands of the clock are trembling but they are not in a hurry. She catches my eye and nods sadly: " You are leaving already..."
In this place the clock shows the most precise time, it doesn't hurry and nobody is ever late, - no precipitation, no hustle, no worries. 
Here everything happens at the right moment. Everything has happened already. 

March 16, 2012

What kind of fruit am I?

You Are an Orange

You have a zest for life, especially for anything colorful, wild, or dramatic.
You have a unique take on the world, and you're not afraid to be a little funky.

You are a bit reserved toward people who don't know you well.
You have a thick skin, which can protect you from anything that goes wrong in your life.

Once someone does get to know you, they totally get and appreciate you.
Your friends see you as a bright person with a refreshing take on life.

March 14, 2012

delicious and a little bitter

There is a lot of litter on your bottom. Instead, your surface is very smooth and quiet.
I dragged you out of that dirty night club. Drunk, alien, with the smell of sweaty men and cheap perfume on you.
And you just took off your torn skirt, threw this rag into my face and, staggering, got on a taxi.
If I could be that proud...
"Be my friend", you said, hardly your head was lifted from the position good enough to contemplate the bottom of the WC.
Silly one, I know every birth spot on your body. Do you know that I kiss your fingers while you are in drunk delirium, talking all night long?
And you say: "Be my friend".

March 13, 2012

On the role of an actress in modern culture

"Talking to you now, in ten years, in thirty, in fifty years and in one hundred years, we will still be on the throne and smiling. Unlike you, who are destined to die, we are here, eternal, and from now on, nothing bad will ever happen to us... But what a price we had to pay! Dawn of the day, beating heart, the reflection of a pale face in a mirror, the same face again, in make-up, done hair, tight costume, and this scream, psychopathic, of the next film director - Action! ...And the unborn children, and the beloved ones who said good-bye, and husbands who left... But you know, one great actress remarked, twisting her head up to the sky, There is no death for me, there is no death for me, there is no death for me... And she was right. Eternity is what they have certainly got in touch with." 

Who is she, a woman, an actress from the films?
Looking at us from glossy magazines?
Seductive, mysterious and desirable?
Childless... Lonely... 
What does she bring to this world?
What values does she preserve?
What gift does she apport to the humankind?

March 12, 2012

She's not telling her name...

She's hiding her face behind mediocre masks
She's not telling her name as some other would
At night she is drawing with crazy paints
Insane ideas of her solitude

She writes confessions in an old notebook
The wind kisses her hot shoulders with tenderness
She's always saying that all's good
Maybe just to stay on ease

She is unique like a crystal
Her style is old-fashioned, not new at all
She will for sure raise many a pedestal
Of someone's dreams and inner call