Un Coeur, S'il Vous Plaît.

Experts from French corner of the world telling that only musicians with licences can play music in Paris Underground, which they get, fairly winning in the official competition. The musical fight for legal being in eternal draught! [Amazing.] The source of profit and challenge of life. But I guess the true issue of this "being" is far more deeper than eternal wind on the stairs. It's all about Love-thing, I guess.

City of Paris. The Morning [Bonjour!]. Kisses on both cheeks. The Smell of newly-baked croissants, lyrical and drizzling rain, small parks, miniature streets and lifers around. Those, who never hurry, but are always on time. Sensitive keepers of old stuff. Listening music on vynil plates and sharing memories. Talking much. Giving flowers to their heart-ladies and arguing about politics. And tasting life like newly-baked croissants. [Slow down. Pleasure up.]

Wax Tailor featuring Charlotte Savary - Seize the Day... sharing pleasant melancholy of my contemplation. Delicious music piece from "Paris" movie. About those - Sentimental and punctual, disigning life as molecular equation and dreaming out future plans, playing modern harlots and being imigrants. About those, who are young again and in love, and those, who live their last days, while being young. About colorful games of destiny.
Imaginary Paris. More to love...

The Smell of Cherry Tobacco and Autumn.

Maybe that's my last smoke on the stairs of my Blockhouse Paradise. Someone has been here before. Someone left the smell of cherry tobacco. The rain drops playing melody on the window. It's raining. Latvian "Muse" [S.P.B.] is telling sad stories about past times, when we were poets and dreamers. Rising the urge of being hurt. Just a little bit. And I have no power to tell them to shut up. And it comes... silently and suddenly, but always at the same time - the Autumn Melancholy. With the longing for something undefined. The feeling that summer is gone. Gone with the birds. Gone far. Gone to Africa. Maybe.

But my Siberian-striped friend as usually joins me in my smoking ritual, playing with my hand as it was his own property. Enjoyable Cat flirt and the scars for memories.
Good-bye, my friend, I'll keep you here [in my heart.].

The Happy Land [Moving on.] Latvia.

Turkey.

The morning is refreshingly cold. I've just finished with checking youth pages and making newsletter on journalism stuff, and my thoughts came to Turkey...

The desirable willing of being a part of European Union, at least I can observe it in youth field. But maybe EU just needs a new firestarter [hell, yeah], if show must go on as usual, why not add some fire on it?
The thing that is irritating my mind is enourmous amounts (compared to others) of youth exchanges in Turkey [which is good in any way for international and open-minded society]. I see Turkish National Agency is making large investment in good future [in Europe]... mobility, integration, yeah, probably Turkey just needs to prove at least Europe the worth of itself. But why? Why something that already has a worth itself has to prove again itself?
Reminding myself the meeting of Turkish Minister of Foreign Affairs with Latvian Journalism Students in February 2009, which was obvious disaster. He sounded like a little dreamer, talking about serious topics as gas, Russia and all the good things from Turkey[that's his diplomatic duty, no doubt].
Heh, come on - another trash country [like my homeland Latvia itself] and raised hands praying for subsidies? Worth to fight for?
Yeah, I should better leave for morning sleep, instead of telling bullshit... But I wish that dream of Turkey becomes true... maybe we really need a new firestarter? :)

By the way, LCD Soundsystem - Tribulations sounds damn good!

Time For...

... Garlic.

Money. Money. Money.

Fairytales with shiny glitters for ugly, new-found beauties.
Abstract feelings, covered in plum jam and smell of money.
Doves are dead. Already.
Questions above the head. Sold for money.
Taken furiously and damn fast.
Oskar Wilde was damn good liar.

The Time.

"Sex and the City" was released on time. Indeed.
On time when there was the TIME for blurry talks & walks and overconsumption - shoes, dresses from Designer's Palaces', breakfasts at Tiffany's, music - so less passionate, clicheic and forgettable. And so many "Manhattan" Cocktails...
Adoration and ignorance - both taken as complex of pills together with further reaction. What reaction? Who knew? And who actually cared?

- [Cheryl Lynn] - Got To Be Real.
- So Be It [Pump Up The Volume]

Forever Young. Forever Drunk. [Вечно молодой, вечно пьяный...]

They came to celebrate. Another birthday. And this was the special one. And despite of this fact Riga meets them with snow. So white and so unbearable.

They never buy a return ticket, in case if the city charm gets them too far... and the willing to enjoy the beauty of individual attraction is so vigorous that there's no chance to resist.

They come from the city of lions and bridges. All with historical fairytale, beauty and in great amount. [St. Petersbourg]

Telling about white nights and bridges, which tend to split and merge again time to time. That's all about astounded bridge thing. If you stay on the wrong side of the bridge after great party, that just means you had a great party. Indeed! Now use your creativity to work out, where you'll spend the rest of the night. The tourists might be in a little trouble, while watching this phenomenal mechanical brigde thing.

Economical tendencies uniquely precise and appropriate portraying global stability crash. Massive dismissals from full-time and part-time job places. Although the amount of pubs is decreasing too in space and number.

They're considering themselves as workaholic beings. Already 3 years earning money by writing BA and MA Thesis and reports for lazy students. Day by day working together. And they succeed. Telling that if the Spring season was very productive by doing this stuff, pretty frivolous living can be afforded afterwards, including expanding horizons across the home city walls. Seems to worth it. But as for today earning money with this method of arranging things also experiencing the recession. As the nation's capacity of paying becomes less impressive.

Telling about american tourists and subcultures. Laughing on obtuseness of Yankees. And describing typical subcultures they are part of. The Roofers. Those, who livin' on the roofs or at least enjoying some late night beers sometime. But even they are experiencing hard times - as owners of the houses, which apparently having roofs, started to close the entrances to Roofers' Paradises. And why shouldn't they? Paradise makes you feel so damn good and sometimes or even pretty often you are too loud for expressing your king size happiness. That's a shame! Those morons living down there can't understand You...
But still there are known roofs, which are still available to enjoy the Roofers' Paradise. And if needed, you always can get the right coordinates.

So they continue to celebrate. Celebrate their silent moments of happiness for being in a Big city. Drinking beer, hidden in the gloves. Smiling and making jokes. Inviting to come along. To the city of lions, pretty bridges and just great people. I'm smiling with. [About those... forever young and forever drunk.]

Imagine.

I wonder how... I wonder why...
yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky...
but all that I can see... NEVERMIND.

We're Having a Party...