pondělí 9. března 2009
úterý 3. února 2009
I believe in fantasy
Surreal dílna na Fotografis...


a punk-trip do Kralup...

I wish I was a stanger who wanders down the sky
I wish I was a starship in silence flying by
I wish I was a princess with armies at her hand
I wish I was a ruler who'd make them understand
Come to me (Back to me)
I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish I was the animal which fits into that mood
I wish i was a person with unlimited breath
I wish I was a heartbeat that never comes to rest
Back, back, back to me
Come to me
Back to me


a punk-trip do Kralup...

A také jsem si dnes vzpomněla na několik songů z Loly...
Nemáte ten film někdo k zapůjčení pls?
Manni: 'Lola?'
Lola: 'Hmh?'
Manni: 'If I was dying right now, what would you do?'
Lola: 'I wouldn't let you die.'
I don't believe in trouble
I don't believe in pain
I don't believe there's nothing left
but running here again
I don't believe in promise
I don't believe in chance
I don't believe you can resist
the things that make no sense
I don't believe in silence
cause silence seems so slow
I don't believe in energy
if tension is too low
I don't believe in panic
I don't believe in fear
I don't believe in prophecies
don't waste any tears
I don't believe reality
could be the way it should ¨
but I believe in fantasy
the future is understood
I don't believe in history
I don't believe in truth
I don't believe there's destiny
but someone to accuse
I believe
..............................................
I wish I was a stanger who wanders down the sky
I wish I was a starship in silence flying by
I wish I was a princess with armies at her hand
I wish I was a ruler who'd make them understand
Come to me (Back to me)
I wish I was a hunter in search of different food
I wish I was the animal which fits into that mood
I wish i was a person with unlimited breath
I wish I was a heartbeat that never comes to rest
Back, back, back to me
Come to me
Back to me
čtvrtek 22. ledna 2009
Mě to baví...!!!
Dlouhý den. Mám otevřené okno. Jde sem lehounce mrazivý vzduch. Na hradě jsem už asi jenom já a pan prezident. Píšu smlouvy, připravuji dílny, plánuji rozvoj našeho oddělení a stále se valí nové věci... Mám pocit, že čím je tu člověk déle, tím více práce se objevuje... Nemůžu poslední dny spát. Nevím, čím to je. Spím tak čtyři hodiny a pak se excitovaná probudím a přemlouvám sebe samu ke spánku. Nakonec to vzdám a jdu něco dělat... Teď už to tu ale balím... 
domů...
úterý 20. ledna 2009
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