Leona Lewis - Trouble (Live)

Letter

Dear Love,

How are you? Still making innocent people to fall in love? Tell me if I am wrong, but I have a feeling that you are doing well. It is nice to hear from you after a long time. I know you have been busy, but I am glad that you remembered me too. However, I have some comments and some ideas to share with you.

First of all, the last time you stuck me was a cold winter, as it is now. I really do appreciate all the warmth that I got but this time I want it to last. I do not want to criticize your work and effort that you put the last time, so I offer you a deal.  If this time you try a little bit more, I promise I will never be a problem to you again. Just do not leave me half way through. To be left in a middle of the game is like dying with no purpose.

Then, please, do not play games with me and do not involve the third person into this game. I know you are a little naughty one and you like to misbehave, but the third person just ruins the game and then you have to start again. It is kind of hart to play it, because the rules are quite tricky and of course, everybody wants to win in your game. So please, no third country in this union.

Finally, I know that you are a very respectful lady around the universe, which makes me trust in you and this lucky “accident” that you brought to me. I am happy. Please, let me stay that way.

Dear love, I know that you like games, seduction and misbehaving, but I know that you are also a very wise and smart lady, that make people happy and a little bit crazy. You are something that I admire and respect, so please, listen me out, help me and be on my side in this game. As from my side, I promise to never to underestimate your hard work and respect all your choices; even it seems crazy for me.

Thank you for your understanding,

Love Giedre

Love Shakespeare

Christina Aguilera - Army Of Me

What is a handsome man?

 What is a handsome man?
 
Is that a tall and dark, enchanting all the women with his radiant smile, black eyes, a perfect suit and ability to draw your attention men? Is that a charming personality, who owns a brand new Volvo with ivory leather interior?

Yes, he is. He wears a luxurious and manly perfume, and his shirt is always ironed. He walks and talks with a confident tone. His hands are soft, his strong wrists are surrounded by dazzling white cuffs, stapled with silver cufflinks. A handsome man is able to demonstrate a subtle intellect, he respects women and he is respected by others. A handsome man is wildly sexy. Gentle. Special. The best… Perfect.

Handsome men. Women likes to watch, talk about them and listen to them. Those men can decorate your computer screen or young girls dreams. We need those men, so not to lose the hope.

We admire the handsome men, but we still love our sweeties with crumpled shirt, bike instead of car, misunderstandings, funny hats and scarves, coldness and indifference, clearly demonstrable advantage, snoring, speaking without thinking and thinking without speaking, cynicism, unfulfilled promises, a few days beard that scratch our faces…

Geisha night memory :))

My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You

   

When you go
Would you even turn to say
"I don't love you
Like I did
Yesterday"

A Fine Frenzy - Almost Lover

Telšiai

Happy Halloween!!!!

The worst you can do is nothing

Gyvenime, kurį regis dar kartais aplankau, nutinka visko:

Juoko iki ašarų, ašarų iki juoko. Šekspyro eilių, repeticijų, bei klaidžių tapatybių. Būna pažadų ir netikrumo. Ilgų pokalbių, bei trumpų atsisveikinimų. Garsios muzikos ir spengiančios tylos. Prisirišimo ir paguodos. Dar čia būna jūros ir nugarytės glostymo. Netikėtų pokalbių traukinyje su netikėtais žmonėmis. Senų prisiminimų ir nemigos naktų. Keistų lankytojų ir dar keistesnių klientų darbe. Knygų, filmų, minkštų, švelnių megztinių apsigaubti. Daug arbatos puodelių ir tas vienintelis su nudužusia ąsele. Senų draugų, bei naujų pažinčių. Ironijos ir sarkazmo. Būna, kai reikia paleisti ir nebereikėti. O tada pameti kryptį vedančią tavo gyvenimo link. Tada tas namo vedantis keliukas tampa išbandymų kupina trasa. Tada tampi stebėtoju. Nėra nieko tikro ir pastovaus. Gyvenimas tai tarsi didžiulis plačiaekranis televizorius su gera garso sistema ir galimybę matyt viską matyti HQ formatu. Tu matai judančius paveikslėlius, tačiau tu ne visuomet suvoki kas vyksta. Būna momentų kurie primena tikrovę, jie atrodo velniškai realūs. O gal jie tokie ir yra. Užsimerki ir bandai suprasti tai sapnas ar realybė. Gali būti, kad tos akimirkos turi tau iki skausmo pažystamą kvapą. Jos kvepia - kava, Lady Million, Lacoste, meilumu, kokosu, tabaku, sausainiais, jūra – nesvarbu kuo. Tačiau, žinia užuosti nepakanka.

Gyvenimas, kurį vertinu ir myliu yra nuostabus, kiek netikėtas ir pilnas staigmenų. Jis nuolat pateikia man netikėtų pasiūlymų, bei iššūkių. Tačiau savo tikslų ir siekių neišsižadėsiu. Planas yra, o gyvenimas jį draskys ir plėšys kiek reikės. Pažadu, tašką B pasieksiu. Nesismulkinsiu ir mažiau nei žadėta neimsiu. Gyvensiu.

 I was looking for a breath of life
A little touch of heavenly light...

...To get a dream of life again
A little vision of the sight at the end

killing me softly

New

Injuries, abrasions, coldness, suffering, tears, fear of pain, it gradually makes me living in a strange state.

When you walk, but only on the tips of your fingers,

I listen, but music and voices are barely audible;

I fish, but I let it go away;

I kiss, but only once, that I would not get attached

I look, but all I see is the distance,

I even cry, but the tears dries in, before it falls to the ground.

That's life, where you try to find secure medium – not to fall in the dirty depths,

But you did not reach the heights as well.

And I want to feel solid ground under my feet,

To hear mourns and laughing voices, strings and keyboard 

crescendo, cry real tears, to kiss you every day, and this time not to 

let go my catch.

And if I will become Severiutė the third dumb brother, sister, and cry with the unfinished fabric,

 

please just go, 

I will be the shepherd, lover, barefoot comforter, will then be the bottom? 

Possibly.

 

But I'll live, because the pain I will feel is the pain that I chose myself.

And today I ‘am not afraid of it, because I know that I can get up.