Merry Fuckin' Christmas.

Fullfilling the most desired Christmas wish I had every year before Christmas 2009. And the feeling in the morning, going through the mess in the kitchen and trying to find something eatable left from wild Christmas party yesterday, was just the thing to prove it. Prove that Green Fairy was here in Skopje yesterday - fullfilling all kind of wishes you ever had a fantasy about - get laid, get high and overall drunk - partying as hell on Christmas! [ I guess Jesus was deliriously happy about such Birthday Celebration!]
The public involved in the event after First Wake-up had a strange, well-known feeling of 1st January [where am I and what I did last night?] as everything in the house, including morning faces and composition of mixed rows of dirty glasses & wine bottles, reminded of that. This time there was nothing but a neverending Christmas morning, which lasted all day... and consisted of talking bullshit mostly... with the members of great EVS family!
I drink my magic cucumber water for You, which I bought this morning for 55 Denars in the nearest shop [Damn! Even more expensive than Cigarettes! But for morning pleasure I guess you have to pay Double]!

Merry Fuckin' Christmas!
I'm lovin' it!

Edward Maya & Vika Jigulina "Stereo Love"

OrANGELove.

Richard Wilbur telling that the morning air is full of angels behind the open window. But window is closed today. Maybe he's right. I hear them knocking...
I lost a friend today. Dot.
And time has come. For cities of white cats, fragments of freedom and killing beauty.
Time for senseless stories about "fall-in-love with the stranger" of different cultural heritage, hiding inside the daily cup of coffee.

December of Joy. Meeting Imaginary December Boy.

December of shy flirt of sun. December of Joy. Meeting Imaginary December Boy. December of thinking, sinking deep into the thoughts. And evaluation process can begin. It already started, even without my permission. "This is the end, my only friend... THE END" [year 2oo9]
Here I am. Enjoying the sun playing shadow games in space of Ohrid lake and city itself [which is called the same by the way.]. And I smile back, whenever my eyes turn from postcard writing [yeah, finally!] to a shy glimpse at Paradise view, covered with harbour of lazy boats mixing with some passengers using different kinds of wehicles - skateboards, rollerskates, legs and wings. Everything in motion. And I'm somewhere there, having a power to press the button "Pause".

Lazy Sunday Talk. Latvians.

The morning is half cold sharing the fresh air with smell of Vanilla Coffee. Lazy sunday yawn. Some rays of sunlight disturbing and at the same time inviting to seize this day...

Discussions on Skype about present life and how amazingly beautiful it is, if you take it that way... and smile appears on my face while noticing that we all are in the world somewhere! Sending hugs from Ireland, discussing the E-bay benefits directly from Birmingham, following unnoticingly crazy adventures in Denmark and Spain, sending greetings from Georgia and kisses from Macedonia... and the question "Where are you now?" sounds so pleasant, because WE ARE IN THE WORLD! That's a short story about members of dreamer nation calling themselves Latvians! [and they are not the only ones.] And I'm proud of them, as they not only dream, but as well make a huge effort to make their dreams come true! And Skype is just another progress of information technologies helping us to realize that we are still at different hotspots, but so fuckin' close to each other. Because real friends are always somewhere near... And "home is where the heart is..."

Goran Gora - "Swim, Robert, swim"... and reach the sunrise... :)

Ljube - The Child of Nature.

The jeans jacket borrowed from friends, “The Beatles” and sparkling flames of ardour coming from young generation wishing to change this world – that was in the 70’s. Times are changing and passing by. But the sparkling flames still remain in collaboration with gained life experience. And the jeans jacket – that’s his own property now. Like the sparkling flames left for young generation.
Wearing glasses in style of Dandies. Smoking and making gestures, while telling the witty shortcuts of lifestories, which unconsciously make the whole impression of the person he is now. Telling that English wasn’t sufficient in his youth, but clothing in „manner of capitalism” was into just in the weird way to show the protest against existing dogmas of socialism. Expanding horizons. Not just seeing everything as a red square or green triangular (it depends how you zoom in the conditions of proposed way of living in every political regime).
Attracted to art since childhood. Remembers himself drawing everything that was in his daily outlook. And daily view was pleasant for young artist to explore his talent and passion of art. The art of nature. The love of nature. The nature that saves and that kills. The nature that is saved and is killed. In many ways. This is his message to society – to save the environment! And show the exact problem through the flowing moves of paintbrush.
Blusterous. Calling himself “Narciss” and why not? He has all rights to do that, as this story is only about his vision of this world. Through art, inside art and in crossroads. But still the art is winning this game, even if everything is against it.
His activities can’t be described in few words, it’s just the thing of feeling that can be only understood or not, like art itself. And beside our topic of Graffiti, which is also one of the expression fields of Ljube he makes art workshops (since 1993 in Art Association ZUM 93, now – ZUM 2002) around Macedonia, with this action letting society know that nature is dying because of our non-sense. Maybe painting the dead fish and polluted wood in an impressionistic way is not really helping nature directly, but people buy the paintings, people see the exhibitions and the true feelings of artists and the story every painting keeps inside. Beside the activating art in non-governmental way and saving the nature, he is Professor of Arts, working in a school in Struga and helping young talents to find themselves in the world of creating. Even despite the fact that art still remains as amateur profession ruled mostly by enthusiasts.
The true child of nature. Maybe will continue with Ljubeism as kind of new religion, which will take masses to follow and create the beauty, leaving the messages to the world… “You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will be as one…” [John Lennon - Imagine]

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?