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Dreams DO come true..!

Tick-tock

- What's the point of your existence?

- To feel. 'Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.

Run

You may think the past has something to tell you. You may think that you should listen, should strain to make out its whispers, should bend over backward, stop down low to hear its voice breathed up from the ground, from the dead places. You may think there’s something in it for you, something to understand or make sense of.

But I know the truth: I know from the nights of coldness. I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build up inside of you like a stone.

Take it from me, if you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do —the only thing— is run.

The Long Way Home

"- Кой път да поема от тук? - попита Алиса.
- Зависи къде искаш да стигнеш - отговори Усмихващият се котарак.
- Няма значение - отвърна Алиса.
- Тогава няма значение и кой път ще поемеш - усмихна се загадъчно Котаракът.
- ...стига да стигна някъде - допълни Алиса.
- О, това със сигурност ще се случи, каза Котаракът, стига да вървиш достатъчно дълго."

Walking through the world with no pressure

Inner peace beyond measure

…

When a man said Stop.. I wanna have what you have

And get what you’ve got

CAUSE I ALWAYS TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME

Til all the fear in your heart is gone

Bones

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

U Know Me

It will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
At my heart you see,
The beauty of it, as it was made to be

...

You know what it is. Of course, you know. Me.

P. S. yes, yes, yes, it's quite obviuos what it is...

there

Young ≠ Wise

"Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying “yes” begins things. Saying “yes” is how things grow. Saying “yes” leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes."

Werd ich zum Augenblicke sagen:

Verweile doch! Du bist so schön!

Искам го!

Искам го този свят!

Искам да тръгна, да се затичам, да обиколя и докосна всичко това, всяка частица, да спра за момент да си поема дъх, който да спре от красивата гледка..и мирис и вкус и звук да се слеят във вечна прекрасност. И пак да тръгна, да тичам, да тичам, да тичам и да грабя от тая красота. И да ви замерям с нея по главите. Докато не се обърнете.  
Н а с т о и о с е м д е с е т г р а д у с а.

 

За момент така си го помислих.

И после пак изчезна.

Panorama

There was one good thing only (well, not only one, but only one that is worth mentioning) about my previous flat – the breathtaking view out of the panoramic window – any time of the day, any day, any season. Sunrise, sunset, midday, cloudy, sunny, windy, snowy weather… the whole palette. Not missing it, though, but it’s good to go through some nice old photos, while cleaning up your full-of-all-kinds-of-shit pc. 

 p.s. no photoshop used

Barren

Търсиш вдъхновение – най-голямото – в природата. Обръщаш се натам. А то е голо и празно, пустош на етажи, за която се чувстваш някак лично замесен и отговорен. За повече от половин век – идеята е факт, процесът върви, положително развитие в социален и икономически аспект, всичко – прекрасно. Обаче.. как след като всичко приключи след около десетина години.. да не остане това:

 снимки: личен архив - Г.К., money.bg, с-ние 'Geo'