Strong Brain Flavor.

October.

Yellow leaves fall down the trees. People going slowly. Maybe enjoying a windy-refreshing walk. Maybe.

Pieces of Sugar on my white sheet. Look like little diamonds. The Little reminders of snow.
People hiding their noses in scarfs and having frivolous chats inside cafeterias.
Music is chilling. And the only thing is missing - the snowing outside...

Oxygen.

Starting with the rhythm of hip-hop and a skin-head guy rapping on the radio microphone. Talking hard. The composition number one says the title. “The Oxygen”.
The Oxygen – the dance of lungs. And the story goes on… about the girl from the big city and the boy from the provinces both called Sasha. Their love starts as usual sentimentally and suddenly noticing that lungs are dancing, the oxygen comes in bigger doses. Love in this case is compared to Oxygen – at least somebody made an alternative phrase of describing “Butterflies in Stomach”. And butterflies appear either in a few significant moments of the movie.
But the plot is more complicated than just love among two youngsters likely smoking weed in front of big monuments. The problem goes deeper, and for comparison the lack or either loads of “Oxygen” can cause all the biggest mistakes made by mankind. And examples are given in the next compositions of the movie. Full track contains 10 of them, covered in simple and easy discussion on present day topics skillfully using the elements that create the modern culture of the youth. Talking about Islamic countries, 11th September 2001, which was all made in name of big “love” (shown in videos of war and named as “LOVE PARADE”), and youth dependent on drugs, suffering either from big love or lack of it. The next composition called “Amnesia” tries to give one of the solutions – “Organize your brain clinical amnesia. Organize – I don’t remember anything, anything, anything…”
Movie is precisely describing the youth of the world, portraying the life of Russian example. The mixture of “Pump up the Volume”, “Trainspotting” and “Run Lola Run” scenes appear in the flow of pictures, taking the best part of it. Outstanding thinking, hippies running naked in the field of weed, rebels and all those who are in search for understanding in this world.
Ironic, containing delicious comparisons, excellent game of words, which touch, take and settle down in the memory. The above mentioned “Dance of Lungs”, “Provincial fur and fleas of big city”, “Heart in a shape of a big double-bed” and many others made by this hard talk of storytellers, alternating with visualization containing scenes of decelerated reality and as well impressive surrealism [e.g., girl walking on the moon in black gumboots decorated with colorful flowers, break-dance mixing with sound of broken glass].
The movie speaks to you and your conscience.
Organize your brain Amnesia and add some Oxygen!

The Shape of Music. Macedonia.

It rains. It makes situation complicated by itself. The feeling of hidding from something. Something undefined. Willing to wear gloves and hide the eyes under sunglasses, which accidentally I never had. Today it's raining.

I throw my imaginary paper planes into the storm. And look how they dance in the wind. So unbearable and tender paperwork. So desperately trying not to touch the ground.

I continue to read inspiring stories of my mates, who went to the world to find their Freedom [eventually and for eternity] like me. [Hot spots from Denmark] The cheerful plays with coffee-grounds in Turkish way, trying to imagine that the coffee [or what is left in a cup after one round of frivolous conversations at the round shape table] will whisper the secrets of inscrutable future paths. Hopefully it will. Just for fun. If the suitcase full of formulas of hereditary customs gained through the centuries were working few centuries ago, why should we doubt their power now?

But it's raining today. And there's time to think for a while. About the things that surprise and the things that scare. Seems weird, I'm already 2 weeks in the completely new environment, and I can't start write about the new cultural and social heritage, which meets me everyday as about something really WOOOW. I can't make lifestory about African refugees trying desperately to be the part of this European world [as I don't have Black guys around. And actually Spain is in another direction ;)] Culture shock don't live here. It went different direction. The only pleasant shock of my everyday view are mountains! Mountains... somewhere there, sleeping silently, watching everything from apart and remaining green. I wonder if they become yellow in the Fall season? [As they are mostly covered with trees.] Yeah, stupid question from the human being, who spent the most of his lifetime on flat land.

The touch of crying rose. And coffee in the cup shaped like music. Can You imagine the shape of music? [Like naked lady making slow moves, singing in the rain and going on barefoot. More to feel. The shape of music.] That's just a game of words. But the cup looked as a clef if you look from above. ;)

I had a chance during these 2 weeks of living [not existing] experience once more the Summer. And I was in love [since I came here]. How else You can explain the messing up with everything and that smile which never goes down? And the feeling of being inspiringly busy, creating loads of ideas, which have the real outcome [not just the list put in dark corner awaiting for better times.]

Darling, FUCK ME TWICE - I'm HOME! :)

Another Chance.

Little naive Girlie...
Can't forget that blind touch on her skin, which can't be understood neither "over"stood. The Touch in the dark. So deeply shy. Without any signs or explicit behavior. She thought it wouldn't be right. And that would be the wrong end, or was it the right start?