Christophe,
Gonzales Tores is one of my favourite artists. Very very very sensitive, dramatic and discrete. I have a long story with this passion. Like you with Egon. We have beautiful friends :)
I am still in Arad. It is so cold here. Miki is ironing a golden blouse, I am watching a stupid show on tv, and Katalina is playing with a pillow. Marius (makemered) is having a party at home. How great if you were here. We would all laugh.
Tomorrow we are leaving for Bucharest. Long trip. There we meet other friends like Bogdan, Stefan, Alex.We go to each other' s houses, eat, drink and laugh. On 31 december we go to Kristal to a party.
I would like to know where you are, what you are wearing, what you are watching, where you are sleeping, what you are eating (if you are eating:), what color are your walls, what socks you are wearing.
Yours, Marian
Thursday, December 28, 2006
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Marian,
this friends-place-description is sensitive,near and far at the same time for me,and very touching.
i understand more than very much for Gonzales Tores,i know a little-bit your taste...and it's fantastic and dramatic,haunted and full of passion;
La passion de l'absence, du retour ou de juste apres un adieu.
Les lumieres sont absolues et dissoutes,degradées et evoluéés, comme les sentiments, comme la fragilité du Divin, de l'intouchable.
L'enfance
Le viel homme
La mere
L'amour.
..les larmes sont la, elles me viennent.
Tes amis ont l'air tendrent et proche de toi, vous ne formez presque qu'un, c'est tres beau.
..i would like to meet this people,to look in their eyes after yours.
..maybe and i'm sure,i will very embarassing because i'm very timide.yes i'm timide and "reservé", but if i feel, i consume in the most deep sense that i can, i love life, i love with all my heart the human,their eyes,their regards, leurs gestes, the sound of the voices,the smile,the tears in the eyes when they're just in the eyes during 1 min and after they falling on the face like an-Harmonie-mouvement,like a painting,like a thougth.
..i love the woman, the men ,the Childs are my condition, i love all the woman who can understand,read,sublimer les ames, les ames perdues,les ames d'enfants,les sensibilités les plus profondes.
if you're the children of this woman,you will make the most beautiful things there's on the planet, with just your words, your draws,your paint,your sounds,your clothes,your eyes,your action, your life.
the mother and the other mother....
Katalina maybe for you..
________
My pull-over is black,a little pull-over(this one that i have on the foto with verena),
.Mon pantanlo est Noir-clair,simple.
.my shoes are black,fine,delicate and natural,city-shoes.
.t-shirt(little), white,simple,under my pullover.
my socks are fine, black.
..i shave my barbe today, i'm more young...:)
..my eyes crying under the cold of Paris, humide-cold but maybe the most impressed in emotions town of the world,Paris, Paris est une Femme-fatale.
..My walls are white, white and white.
i can make things on this walls.
i cannot make a lot of things in this flat, i live with Pauline, it's a flat very expensive in the south of Paris,in the 15th arrondissement,and i'm poor, very much sometimes, but money is money,egon says "an artist is never poor..."
...the life in Paris is full of passion and at the sametimes not....it's hard to explain like that, i need of the eyes-expression..
..Les fenetres me regardent travailler, les gens croisent et fixent my eyes in the street,my walls are white,opaque, there's lot of books, some computer, my musical-machine-heart...my sampler, my magical-expression-Box.
My bedroom is white with "la lettre au pere" de Kafka on the table, there's a big mirror,this one where my soul meet is sister all the morning and the evening.
i'm deep and sad like a child sometimes,
La Melancolie est la douleur la plus proche du Soleil,i think.
Le Soleil is the god of the time,
the time the conductor of the soul,
the soul is art.
avec des choses allant de l'audela, for you,
______Christophe.
olalaa, quel discours poliplurimultipostprogpre!
chapeau!
...qu'appelles-tu un discours
"poliplurimultipostprogpre!"......?
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Cristophe,
You were with me through the whole day today. I cannot find words for the joy and deep melancholy that you inspired me. For your pure understanding of things. I am happy that you came here in this home of mine.
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..........Merci Katalina,
........................Merci
....................Beaucoup
.....more than it's possible.
.............i hope, one day. i'm sure, i don't know why..
Christophe.
pluri language. post coherence. multi sentiment. prog musique. pre sommeil a l'apre-midi,soleil reluisant sur le visage. deux mots: ami, humain. :)
.....:)....multi sentiments, strong & deep Music...not Prog...,Ami,Humain, a lot of Passion between some peoples.......,and a genius creative output for this peoples..
Christophe,
We have just watched Neuejahrkonzert(especially Radetski March" :) and me with Katalina we have eaten sandwitches(home-made-sandwitches) and cakes.
Last night we managed to keep our balance:)
you?
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Your text (poem-song-amour-trip-confession-courage-intimacy-confiance) was a thing that created more imotion than you can imagine, was o beautiful reason to fenish this year, was a beautiful and good start for a new year, this year.
you know.
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Mon coeur battait comme les artifices-lights au ciel.
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In this spirit I begin the new year: for me and you, for all the people we love.
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Il est 15.34 et nous sommes encore en pyjama
Marian,
This is a place that I feel I have been living for ages. This is a tv that I have been watching since I was born. This little chair is my childhood chair. This is warm enough and cold enough. This is the place where, unbelievably, I could spend a whole day without coffee.
I could'nt spend a whole day without...............
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you
YOU.
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