ArtHalle One Summer Show... 230
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Citește mai departeDoctor, Doctor, what is wrong with meThis supermarket life is getting longwhat is the heart life of a color tvwhat is the shelf life of a teenage queenOoooh western woman, Ooooh western girlNews hound sniffs the air, when Jessica Hahn goes downHe latches on to that symbol of detatchmentAttracted by the peeling away of feelingThe celebrity of the abused shell, the belleOoooh western woman, Oooooh western girl And the children of Melrose strut their stuffis absolu
Citește mai departeBabyIt's been a long time comingSuch a long, long timeAnd I can't stop runningSuch a long, long timeCan you hear my heart beaten?Can you hear that sound?'Cause I can't help thinking...
Citește mai departePORTRAIT drawing by Daliana Pacuraru ...
Citește mai departeCe rost are? De ce să ne deranjăm să votăm? Cu siguranță există motive aparent raționale pentru care o mare parte din populație alege să nu își exprime opțiunea la alegerile parlamentare sau prezidențiale. În același timp rezultatele pozitive al unei astfel de atitudini se lasă așteptate. Ceea ce nu se poate spune despre cele negative: nivelul de trai, infrastructura, problemele din educație sau cele din sistemul de sănătate. Eric Liu
Citește mai departeWhat distinguishes normal people is that we share a metaphorical dagger; the concerns of our self - reflection. With this dagger, we cut ourselves and bleed; and the job of our chains of self - reflection is to give us the feeling that we are bleeding together, that we are sharing something wonderful; our humanity. But if we were to examine it, we would discover that we are bleeding alone; tha
Citește mai departePORTRAIT drawing by Daliana Pacuraru ...
Citește mai departeFrom morning to night I stayed out of sightDidn't recognize what I'd becomeNo more than alive I'd barely surviveIn a word, overrun Won't hear a soundFrom my mouthI've spent too longOn the inside outMy skin is coldTo the human touchThis bleeding heart'sNot beating much I murmured a vow of silence and nowI don't even hear when I
Citește mai departeHey you, out there in the coldGetting lonely, getting oldCan you feel me?Hey you, standing in the aislesWith itchy feet and fading smilesCan you feel me?Hey you, don't help them to bury the lightDon't give in without a fight Hey you out there on your ownSitting naked by the phoneWould you touch me?Hey you with you ear against the wallWaiting for someone to call outWould you touc
Citește mai departeAnd once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. Haruki Murakami
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