maybe

Maybe i am having a flashback trip right.now

there is something misterious in finishing a notebook

there is something poetic in finishing a notebook

no mistakes...

Be quiet, please

I should learn how to be quiet but my heros are Keaton and Groucho, Twain and Voltaire.......

Lucian Freud

One of the few lefts... Now personally gone. His work will remain.

Interesting article about him. Thanks to open culture!
http://nyti.ms/mRT4Wx

wrote Yesterday

Today I was walking in my way to buy pencil'n'paper and I saw some books to sell. Cheap books from a tight but possibly useful bookstore.
    I took my time thru the books, always searching for that precious stones. I found some interesting things and chose two.
    I went inside to pay, very proud and confident. I say 'Hallo' and admire the beauty of the young woman who was working there. She said 'Tswai Büchen, fünf Euro.' I smiled and got the money.
    You have no idea how proud I was to be in Berlin, in a bookstore that sells mostly German books, buying The Caucasian Chalk-Circle on it's own language and understanding that I have to pay five Euros for two books. If only i jump cutted to some next scene.
    After paying she simply said 'Tüte?'

    I looked at her, for three seconds only.

    Have you any idea what means three seconds in a German bookstore with a beautiful German woman looking at your eyes saying something in German that is out of your vocabulary?!

    It is a very long instant, i can say.
    Finally, to finish with a golden touch, she asked me if i wanted a beg. Yes, on this same language i now write.
   
    Anyways, i am just writing a romanticized moment using a 28mm and at 48 frames per second.
    It should be also noted that i never read any Brecht yet, be in any language. I know about the historically importance of his thoughts and the epic theatre, it is on my list… but the main reason i feel attached to his name is because of one girl who admired him. I admired her.