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Rock’n’roll it’s not only about a leather jacket and broken promises

It’s not only about vanillia footsteps on the pavements or rebel sound of a cigarette smoke

It’s being free but not alone, being yourself but not just for yourself

Going backwards on the train of your past brilliance

Rock’n’roll is about igoring everydayness and kicking the ass of the right amount of sleep you should apparently have

It’s making the things you don’t want to do for your own purposes 

Stealing drumsticks right from the stage from the band you were helping, interviewing and also adoring

Asking the questions

It’s not only about wearing tights with ladders and double colour hair

More like catching sliver flakes of the song 

Being stubborn about reading three books in one time as the level of impatience it’s too high to handle it

Having the sound of the vinyl in the pocket

Being addicted to the sound of guitar

Taking care of the indie dust 

Embracing an invidual style of every briefness 

fuck everydayness forever

I’m running throught the forrest. A bit scared of every single step I’m taking. I might miss the next meadow. Three random planes are describing our future right on the sky.

Blanket of past words is lying on the hill. You have to pick it up and bring to the platform.

We won’t meet on the bridge. We will meet in the raspberry tomorrow. Sharing not only the city, greennesnness and sounds. Sharing our breaths in the glass of electricity.

That very fragile structure is a playground for any of the small, big kingdoms. They’ve bet all they’ve got. All their stones. They’re counting on us. Will we won, or will a winner be the world again?

On the cloud, white, non-perfect building is waiting to take some shivers on a board.

An unknown age of tender beats of our hearts. They’re like berries in the basket, which belongs to the girl with the ponytails.

Slowing down your walk throught the village of sounds. Who’s voice is living behind this brick? 

I feel bubbles in my hands when I’m even just thinking about talking about you. Taste like a sweet, irrestistible mystery. 

Lying on the pier, I want to be a first to catch a breath of the last Sun’s look today. The wood is wet and squeaky. I’m scared to follow plastic beat of waves.

I’m keep on taking pictures of your eyes, of your hands. I’m taking pictures of memories which stayed in my eyes. 

You’re taking a bath in the river of promises you have made to your life.

Only being a child, deep in a blue sky of my soul will make real pushing myself from the hill and being unstoppable again.

I belive in squeezing ourselvness and putting in a crystal jar for any bad day. 

You’re pushing this melancholic picture to the garden of a poetry

i’m stroking colors of my thoughts.

under my skin there is a desire for unknown places, unwritten words and stories which  didn’t happen yet

Wearing ‘today’ and ‘now’ in my hair, together with a flowery ribbon

Keeping my hands tight, I don’t want to drop any moment

Breathing with precious reflections of naive youngness

Hidding fear under my eyelashes

Licking surface of a pleasurable words

Embrace your braveness 

Melt down your fear

You won’t lost your life if you’re gonna fail. You’re gonna lost your life if you won’t try

Get lost and fail better

Tomorrow I will start changing the world and making mistakes with just a different answer for a question: ‘how old are you?’

Be proud of your childness  and laugh loudly. 

Let stream of your consciousness to fly around the room.

In her (mine?) prime

Make make make make make make make make make make make make 

stuffs !

Don’t hide your thoughts in the fridge of laziness. Only if you’ll make something you’ll feel free. If you’re able to produce something you’ve got responsibility to face the world with it. 

Just try

And breathe

Breathe the air of your emotions

Change whatever you want to change

And however stupid and simple that it will sound… world won’t wait for you.

Grab a phone and call a world!!!

that was a stream of ridiculous simpleness made with using fresh spring air, one bridge, can of soda, short walk, day of joy, eating art on daily basis, editing sound waves, sending a letter, platform conversations, leather jacket feeling, and drinking music in enormous amount

Watch Out ! 

I feel highly inspired by the fact that warm hands of the glorious sun were touching my hands while I was walking on the street in Pimlico. 

I’m sitting in the avalanche. Avalanche of the sounds and thoughts. Keep on digging  for the perfect word to describe my current spark, which you can find in my eyes. 

I am a traveller of the sounds. Love adding bitter portion of unnamed sound. Is that something  between melody of the train?

Passing by memories of the past spring times. 

Seeing you on the aeroplane of the smile. Somewhere in distant sky, togetherness of these two souls is possible. 

Drifting softly through pastel pictures pinned up to the walls of dream box, hidden in my heart. 

Going slowly, word by word, on the pavement of my story. Waiting for the time to come, when the seaside spirit will jump on the page and follow my league. 

Scent of fresh paint in the gallery walls plus the fact that Thursdays are officially named by me as ‘the London days’ are two special ingredients in the cup of melancholy, which I just can’t get enough today. 

’ WE can be US just for ONE day ‘

That’s The Book Of Revelation by The Drums. 

Monday evening gig could easily, but totally unexpectedly turn out to be on of the best one ever. Not only in my personal, huge fan approach, but also in a band’s opinion. Which was confirmed on their Twitter. 

Being more serious quality of that video it might not be the best, although that’s the clearly the live version taken from this particular gig and that’s the song they’re trying to ‘advertise’ as their band statement. 

The big news is … spring is in the city ! I’m not able to hide my excitement, i’m wearing it on my sleeve .. the same with my heart. The huge wave of fresh plans and new ideas is forcing the doors of my head. I have to say yes, otherwise that would be just acting really foolish. Still 15 days or so, before the other figure of my age will jump to any possible column. I’ve promise myself to make few stuff being my reality before this gonna happen. Maybe at least will start with running through the parks or close to the river? By the way perfect time to sit in the park and discuss or your life, and relax and drink Pimm’s is approaching. I’m definietely in the mood for that.

There’s something going on with my personality when the spring is in my ears and in my hair and I can grab some spring air in my hands. The pressure is on. The pressure to change the world, firstly though my own life.

I’m a bit crazy now, wearing some furry earrings again.

I love unexpected moments of joy and random smiles and freedom of craziness                          

It’s one of those days when you’re missing something and nothing in particular in the same minute. You’re missing the spirit, the joyness, spring and childhood, tune not heared from a long time, some laughts.

I didn’t realise what I needed until I was there. 

I took of at Westminster instead of regular changing at Green Park. At that moment when my feet touched the pavement, on that busy street I knew I had to be there. It was like seeing my old mate. Going throught the crowd - people taking pictures on every step of the bridge. 

I felt lost so had to go to the place, where tourist are lost in their imagination of London, in the number of pictures they’ve took already. Even if plenty people around the world have something pretty simmilar one, just with a different light, taken in another season of life. 

Is there any chance that a city could be your friend?And is there any chance that one of the main symbols of the city could be your mate? Is that normal that I suddenly I felt relaxed when I touch Big Ben with my eyes again?

I’m going around in my square or rather irregular rectangular of the spaces which I ‘visit’ on daily basis. Brockley and New Cross. Pimlico and Croydon, and the shopping Circus with one of the most beautiful streets - Regent St. Old buildings hidden for a sky lookers behind all those shopping extreme. 

Coffee didn’t taste so good for a while. Which is yesterday morning probably…

The thing is that my bag might be a slightly lighter, since I don’t have my wallet in it. As I lost it, Again. Although there’s something much more heavier inside my bag, and inside all of my pockets. All the coats and all the jackets are full of duties, dreams and expectations. 

Going around in my daily triangle of craziness, I’m keep on forgetting how beautiful that City is. 

I’ve opened the front doors today and there was London outside. 

I shouldn’t be suprised then by the fact, by my need of ending up at this famous steps and Westminster station, and even more well-known traffic lights, where you can have the closest look at London’s heart.

All the Londoners are living inside the postcard…

Melancholic trap of my own thoughts. I’m walking around with a heavy box of plans, master plans and expectations from my own persona - the most heavy bit. 

In the weather like this with a dash of spring in the air, when I can get drunk with that refreshing spirit of nostalgia. All the childhood memories are coming back to me in once. I’m not able to handle the whole package. They’re packed in the big suitcase, situated in the bottom of the wardrobe named ‘past’. 

Still though, spring memory hiccup won’t give me a break..

At this very moment I’m missing some rest and a proper amount of sleep. On the other hand I know that not giving myself a single breath it’s the best way to prevent myself from destroing with overthinking what I could do. When I’m busy I’m a doer. 

Coffee injections are keeping me alive. My furry hairband is looking up for some warm days. My copy of afternoon paper felt pretty cold on the bridge. My trainers are ready for some more escalators and stairs. 

For a moment I couldn’t catch a breath today. Like a coffee without a cup, like a cigarette without someone’s lips. Then, I saw the city and I felt so much better. It does sounds naive and like a clumsy thought of a weird soul. I’ve took a pill of pure spirit of city and had to spit my thoughts out. There was no room for them in my heart. 

Camel, button missing coat it’s my mate for all the journeys. I’m making my stream conciousness and cutting sharply the egde of my ideas.

Nevertheless new joys are waiting for me around the corner of tiredness. Nobody need sleep when you can grab some extra emotions, pictures and sounds

Living you there with it

Back and back again..Back and back again..

Sun! There’s sun outside! Sun is climbing through the wall and knocking to my window! How happy I am to get my almost perfectly  clean glass on this side of horizont! 

I don’t know what day is it…any to be honest I don’t really need to know, I don’t really care. I’m running across the platform. the train with wild excitement is on time. Have to jump inside now! 

Don’t have days off and don’t have any money

Apart from that I’ve got uni, gallery, work, student and community radio

My very first chair decided to be more power..full. As i don’t have time to put orange christmas light on the wall, he’s in charge of creation cool mood in my four walls kingdom.

I’m gonna stay here today much longer then on any other regular day. Tomorrow will have to fill up some official papers, in official place, dress up as a knowledgable student. will do my best

today though will stay with veggies, from my work place. I promised them, that will take care of their future life. there’s a huge responsibility and I need to be strong. i think they won’t mind if I’m just gonna eat them right?

Yesterday before I fall asleep, way too late as on every single day, I’ve watched “Warrior’ what a movie is that! will say just this and will mention some tears dancing on my pillow.

This movie is in a team of the lately-the-best-ones with Princes Mononoke with white scary and sweet in the same moment forest ghosts.

Enough for now. I have to know more. I will discover land of my papers and really wisdomful book…

and today something different !

I should put some of the Beatles song. Like one of my favourite video of theirs made for ’ Don’t let me down ‘. It was recorded on the roof of one of the London’s fancy building. Apparently that was their last performance together. 

Although, I do feel like in electro / indie mood. Just to make a difference of my standart indie / electro / rock feeling. 

I’m on a learning curve. On an exhibition of my craziness mixed with tiredness of jumping on the rope of the dreams.

Putting that differently I’m living with ’ Move on up ’ quote tattoed on the skin of my heart and ’ my own dreams are my only schemes ’ .

I wish I could say a word, whisper a word to one soul, really busy now with cycling across the boundaries. He is on the date with mother nature. She is worshiping his poetic spirit and melting his dreams on the plater of reality. 

Despite the coldness of the words, January is almost done. It’s official. 

Now, time will start to flying by even faster, real life is seating on my pillow. 

There’s no time to be waste, the pressure is high but there’s also expired date of the whole bottle of possible wildness. If you won’t shake it well and don’t grab the bottle from the fridge of duties and laziness, you will be stuck in the entrence instead of being a star in the middle of the dancefloor.

We are all making mistakes. Mistake of today : way too short que to my audio, so only mind readers were actually knowned what’s my point and why exactly what I’ve made is brilliant. Or at least just quite all right. 

Lesson for today: I do need sleep.