alors on danse

alors on chante
Lalalala, Lalalala

Stromae - alors on danse

we were jumping in the bed...

hahaha... ;)

me and madeleine.

"what a f*** was I thinking?"

thoughts on a door...

and...

for God we smoke.
as Human we drink.

amen.

(picture taken in a toilet of a squat in leiden :) )

first quarter of a fool moon...

and a wind mill.


...and almost midnight.

moments...

...with those to whom we did not say goodbye.

*loredana, olivia, me and madeleine

you know what?

someone told me recently that life can be made and expressed through music.

I like that idea... I think its true.

and many times it doesn't matter who composed those songs you are listening to or playing or singing;
and it shouldn't matter the silly rules and the dumb imposed ideas around you.

if you play/sing/listen to those songs according to yourself, your values, your people around, your culture... it will always sound good. It will always feel good. it will always make the things become better.
it will even always be "modern", if that matters.

and there's no way of avoiding it.

enjoy this short.

"be happy! it's an order!"

(thank you zoe)

Now that it's raining more than ever...

.
...baby you can stay under my umbrella!!!

yehhh

The Baseballs - Umbrella

original video clip HeRe!!!

what's on my mind!?!

or better, what's IN my mind: it's a collection of N-cells that get so excited, that become aggressive.
So aggressive that start arguing and giving electrical shocks to each other with a physio-electroshock-weapon.
Of course hate and love always walk together, so afterwards this Ménage always ends up as an Orgy of synapses!

Naugthy creatures, these cells!

word puzzle in papen made of pieces of us...

...and a table, wine and cigarets, madames and meninas, mr. kutil, upside down pictures, a curly hair, his black t-shirt, and my salty will.

um sonho

chegavas da suiça, e eu estava à tua espera no aeroporto, com a avó, a mãe e o avô.
vinhas cheia de casacos, com um carrinho de mão, muita bagagem e um embrulho (provavelmente a prenda que nunca esquecias de me comprar).
haviam 1001 luzes, flores e beijos, risos e lágrimas. Uns a chegarem, outros a dizer adeus. Amigos, familias e crianças como eu, à espera de alguém especial.
fui a primeira a sair da confusão de pessoas e a correr para te abraçar.
e tu, saindo por detrás do carrinho, baixaste-te para me pegar ao colo.

"meu amor lindo!"

"tiaaaaa!"

.......................................................

today I dreamed about you, I missed you...

You were arriving from Switzerland and I was waiting for you, in the airport, together with grandma, mum and grandpa.
You were full of coats, with a handcar, a lot of suitcases and a present (probably the gift you never forgot to bring me).
There were thousands of lights, flowers, kisses, laughs and tears. Some arriving, others leaving. Friends, family and children like me, waiting for someone special.
I was the first one getting out of the confusion, towards you, to hug you.
And you, coming out from the back of the handcar, bent down to take me in your arms.

"my sweetheart!"

"auntieeee"