Arvo Part

2 07 2013

About the waiting and repetition…..


In The Dark

26 06 2013

Looking for the beauty and the aesthetics of the world,
Observing the music overflowing in the landscape and reaching every little corner of my soul.
Hearing how the strings are trembling in my stomach and commanding the butterflies there to fly.
Feeling the waves in the air and bristle in the night.
Shivering after sensing the chilliness of the blowing breeze.
Resting your head powerless on the pillow.
Dreaming of notes scattering in the night air.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Some things are better to be found in the dark.
Lost & Found

The worm and the rotten apple

22 06 2013

I’ve heard this little anecdote yesterday when I was having a lunch with a dearest person, and this is how the story goes like…

Two worms, a son and a father, were living in an old, rotten apple in the nearby an apple tree and they were been happy with the live they live there. One day the junior worm climbed over the top of the rotten apple, turn its head around and realise that the field is full with nice, shiny and juicy apples. Then it asked:

– Father, why do we live in this rotten brown apple, when there are better apples there?

– Well, son, what to say… It’s a homeland!

This made me think how I feel. Now. Back in Bulgaria. For a while.

Last couple of days I have been visiting Veliko Turnovo, where I spend the most fragile years of my life. Being a teenagre living on your own, far away from your family can be harsh, but it can be also an experience that can teach you a lot.

I have met so many faces, learn so many stories and share so many tears, which now seem as much as sweet as silly.

There is much energy left after me that I can still feel and recharge. There are so many unspoken stories I may have not shared and even do not remember anymore. There are so many scattered memories that you see reflecting across the riverbed. There are so many dreams running on the streets.

There is the moon – glowing, round and sad. There are the crickets – loud and proud. There are frogs hidden in the summer nights – croaking for tenderness. The cute little houses hanging around the river – authentic and breathtaking. The narrow streets drowning in the moonlight. The smell in the air – a infusion of a blossoming lined tree. The soft feeling of the piano scores upon my soul. The firefly, oh the firefly, guiding me in the dark…

There is so much of me!

(A Dream for a) Nightingale, Cricket and Harp

19 06 2013

2:23am. The twinkling starts of the city are slowly fading away in the darkness of the night.

It is the darkness that makes some things to be seen, and it is the darkness that hides them away.

I see them all, the urban lights, all standing alone and crying for attention, and embracing the emptiness of the night.

They flash in frozen motion as a decor of an everlasting movie with a messy and chaotic director and even more disoriented actors.

A movie that stops in the darkest hour of the night and starts when trees do not posses their shadows anymore.

A movie that is so great that I cannot take my eyes away from the window of my 15th floor apartment.

A movie with the most perfect soundtrack of all –  an orchestration of a nightingale, а cricket and a harp.

A song that shiver my heart and burst me apart.

In the darkness of the night!

Chapuling in the Streets: John Holloway greets #OccupyGezi resistance with solidarity!

7 06 2013

Chapuling in the Streets: John Holloway greets #OccupyGezi resistance with solidarity!.

What does a home need?

6 06 2013

A door? A curtain? Music? Maybe a friendly ghost?

Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.

Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic

What does a looter do?

5 06 2013

The Turkish Prime Minister has called the protesters “Çapulcular”, literary meaning a looter or marauder. So this lovely video has appeared in YouTube!
Funny and bitter!

P.S. Let’s remind that YouTube was blocked for couple of weeks in Turkey some years ago!

Турският министър-претседател нарече протестиращите в Истанбул и други големи градове мародери и грабители, което доведе до появатана това видео по-рано днес. Тази дума за последно я бях срещал в учебниците по литература на гимназиално ниво.
И нека да напомним, че YouTube беше блокиран в южната ни съседка за известно време преди няколко години.