Scrierile mele despre viaţă: High above

10/1/11

High above

Bitza s-a intors. Speram intr-o revenire care sa-i confirme statutul de unul dintre cei mai talentati oameni de muzica din Romania.
Am ascultat noua piesa in colaborare cu Ombladon de multe ori pana acum si de fiecare data mi-a conferit o stare de visare si liniste, intr-un mix de trairi din ce in ce mai bizare din prezent.

Sunt fericita ca am avut sansa de a sta putin de vorba cu cei doi si ca i-am multumit personal lui Bitza pentru versurile sale. Am realizat atunci inca o data ca oamenii mari vor fi intotdeauna modesti si doar cei care nu au nimic de spus ii vor privi pe ceilalti de sus.
Echipa 20 CM Records face parte din categoria unor genii din industria underground si admiratia mea se amplifica zi de zi cand realizez ca acestia nu vor renunta niciodata la principiile lor si la genul de muzica abordat.

Astept cu nerabdare noul material Bitza si mi-as dori din suflet sa fie mai bun decat preferatul meu din 2004, cel din momentul debutului - "Sevraj".

Until then...Repeat this one.
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"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.”