Casting you a glance
and I’m getting lost
in tomorrow.
Silver, your precious
hair is going;
one strand at a time.
Gray, your sky-blue eyes
are turning to;
blink after blink.
After all, beauty does live
among us – among the
lovers’ charm.
S
Casting you a glance
and I’m getting lost
in tomorrow.
Silver, your precious
hair is going;
one strand at a time.
Gray, your sky-blue eyes
are turning to;
blink after blink.
After all, beauty does live
among us – among the
lovers’ charm.
S
“You don’t need anybody
to tell you who you are
or what you are.
You are what you are.”
Two years ago on this day, I ended certain emotional affairs of mine, crossed boundaries I never thought I would cross, and took a short trip to Paris.
Today, I still treasure my decision and every moment of that trip.
Today, I admire life on the cutting edge.
S
After a hardcore cross-country trip to Calgary and Ottawa, all within 3 days, I’m back in my home sweet home.
My first time in Calgary, called Cowtown by the locals, left me with the friendliest impression. I finally met – in real life! – the two coolest tweeters I’m in contact with. How did it go? Awesome. How were they? More awesome. Are we going to meet again? Hell yes. Ottawa was yet again a short and busy trip, the highlight being its blue sky and work-related stuff.
See, I’m already getting better with my updates – this is, of course, if you even give a dime!
Have a wonderful week.
S
She runs, ran, runs
under the wet April sky;
witnessing two homeless
geese and a lonely towel
lying on the bench.
In the name of faith
she then lies – why?
To sacrifice tiny hopes;
to kill the envious;
to love their smiles.
S
When the year 2011 began, I listed my yearly resolutions, one of which was writing more journal entries and cultural reviews as opposed to only poems and little quotes here and there.
Guess what? I’m about to start my project with a brief take on Kiarostmi’s most recent film, “Certified Copy.”
I stepped into the theatre, ignoring the movie critiques I had read and with no expectation whatsoever, and came out with a big smile on my face. The long shots; the beautiful script, switching dialogues between French, English and Italian; the brilliant performances by Juliette Binoche (no surprise!) and William Shimell; made it an altogether enjoyable viewing experience.
Unlike most people, I tend not to compare a movie to the director’s previous projects. Even then, I would still give this a high rating amongst Kiarostami’s other films.
… so yes, it was totally my cuppa.
S