APE – “After Paris Effects”

Oh, how much I love being a tourist! A tourist in Paris especially!

Instead of feeling tired after two days non-stop walking I feel energized, I feel alive again.

And I want more. More days, weeks, months – more cities! I want to explore the whole continent!

And I want to draw it, photograph it,

I want to see every colour, hear lovers whisper and pen their stories.

And I want a black cat…

 

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Beautiful ‘Evening’

I’ve been waiting for this sunny spring day (off) for long-long time. I planned to go for a stroll, take some photos. Of course I didn’t do it. I also planned to watch some movies either at home or in the cinema.

Evening Poster

And yes, that’s what I did. Three films in a row. The first two (One For The Money, The Vow) were entertaining but also forgettable. The third one was recommended by a friend this morning. It is called Evening. A beautiful-beautiful movie. And believe me, it is beautiful if I was able to write this hard-to-spell word three times…

I don’t know what I liked best: the story, the pictures or the music… or maybe the fact that it was directed by a Hungarian, Lajos Koltai. No, that latter one just made me proud.

It is an emotional “love” story from a bit unusual aspect, there is not much action in it for two hours but I didn’t feel bored, not for a minute. It was somehow mesmerising how life changes but some emotions just stay even if they seem to be ridiculous remains from the past.

I’m not old just yet but I do have some “what if” memories. Am I going to remember them (and wonder) for the rest of my life? Or maybe better to keep them in the “that’s life” folder and go on?

Here is the trailer (which pretty much shows everything but couldn’t find anything better):

I have something rare.

Something that everyone wants to own.

Something I’d like to share but it is not easy to pass on because everyone has to get it for oneself.

Something people don’t like to confess even if they have it being afraid that it will abandon them.

Something that makes me smile without reason.

Something I’ve been fighting for and now that I have it I fight even harder to keep and develop it.

“you’ve gotten into my bloodstream”

The quote is from a Stateless song, Bloodstream, which I’ve loved ever since I first heard it.

I thought it was romantic and dramatic and it is a kind of a song that my friend describes as “I’m gonna split my wrists.” So, perfect for me. (Although I’ve never considered suicide yet. And I’m not planning to either. Just to make things clear. So no worries.)

And then. I watched Waiting for forever, again, the other day and there was a scene in it when one of the characters shares his concerns that this metaphor (getting into someone’s bloodstream) is rather a disgusting idea and asks a lady for her opinion:

“What would you say if he (*husband) came to you one day and he told you that in his dreams he sucks you in his lungs and at that point you go into his bloodstream. You are actually and physically inside of his blood, inside of his heart.. chambers and valves as such.. how that make you feel?”

 

And although the lady was mesmerised by this thought I prefer not think about it this way. Or any other ways.. I just concentrate on the music and let the lyrics flow through me without paying attention what and where flows actually.