Scrierile mele despre viaţă: Live Music

6/30/11

Live Music

La ora aceasta si acum astept cu nerabdare sa traiesc urmatoarele 3... 3 zile de muzica buna in cadru festivalului B`ESTFEST Romania.... Secunde, ore in care muzica buna imi va alerga prin vene si imi va atinge fiecare celula si va ramane acolo. Sigur ca va urma o postare amanuntita dupa ce acest eveniment se va termina in care imi voi exprima trairile si lucrurile simtite acolo...
Inteleg acum mai mult ca niciodata ca daca iti doresti ceva cu toata fiinta, acel lucru se va intampla chiar atunci cand nu te vei astepta.
Dupa o dimineata trista, am primit vestea excelenta ca am castigat un concurs pus la bataie pe un site de socializare de trupa Toulouse Lautrec. Cuvintele sunt putine acum, stiu ca imi doresc foarte mult sa-i vad si sa-i ascult live pe cei de la Skunk Anansie, Mika, Suie Paparude, Sensor, Antarctica, ROA...trupe dragi de care imi place sa vorbesc.

Cred ca asa fericita nu am mai fost demult si fara urma de modestie, cred ca si meritam, dupa atatia nori care s-au abatut in calea mea... Daca zilele urmatoare va ploua sau nu, nu merita considerat...
Important este ca evenimentele de acest gen sunt unice si ireversibile in viata, asadar merita traite la intensitate maxima.

"If it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. If you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. If you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. If you're doing it because you want women in your bed, don't do it. If you have to sit there and rewrite it again and again, don't do it. If it's hard work just thinking about doing it, don't do it. If you're trying to write like somebody else, forget about it. If you have to wait for it to roar out of you, then wait patiently. If it never does roar out of you, do something else. If you first have to read it to your wife or your girlfriend or your boyfriend or your parents or to anybody at all, you're not ready. Don't be like so many writers, don't be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don't be dull and boring and pretentious, don't be consumed with self-love. The libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. Don't add to that. Don't do it. Unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don't do it. Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. When it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. There is no other way. And there never was." - Charles Bukowski

“Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.”