Зодиакален плейлист. Zodiacal Playlist.

Just another playlist... This one is created for Nicole.


Овен/Aries :

1) The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army
2) Imagine Dragons - Warriors
3) L7 - Shove

Телец/Taurus:

1) Bill Ryder-Jones - Two To Birkinhead
2) We Are The Ocean - Good For You
3) Noah Gundersen - Halo

Близнаци/Gemini:

1) The Kooks -Seaside
2) Lionel Richie - Say You, Say Me
3) Jack White - Lazaretto

Рак/Cancer:

1) Bon Jovi - Bed of Roses
2) Robben Ford - Poor Kelly Blues
3) Death Cab For Cutie - Black Sun

Лъв/Leo:

1) KISS - I Was Made For Loving You
2) The Runaways - Cherry Bomb
3) Nirvana - Marigold

Дева/Virgo:

1) The Zutons - Zuton Fever
2) The Last Shadow Puppets - Standing Next To Me
3) Muse - Feeling Good

Везни/Libra:

1) Tammi Terell - All I Do Is Think About You
2) Jimi Hendrix - Crosstown Traffic
3) Red Hot Chili Peppers - Otherside

Скорпион/Scorpio:

1) Muse - Supermassive Black Hole
2) Alice Cooper - Poison
3) Nickelback - S.E.X.

Стрелец/Sagittarius:

1) Slaves - Cheer Up London
2) Simple Minds - Don't You ( Forget About Me )
3) Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends

Козирог/Capricorn:

1) Muse - Liquid State
2) Rage Against The Machine - Killing In The Name
3) Aloe Blacc - I Need A Dollar

Водолей/Aquarius:

1) Ostava - Sex In The Morning
2) Audioslave - Show Me How To Live
3) Deep Purple - Smoke On The Water

Риби/Pisces:

1) The xx - Infinity
2) Muse - Save Me
3) The Marmozets - Move, Shake, Hide

Крясъкът от тишина.

Крясък. Пак. И още два.

Крясък в бездна тишина.

Крясък без съдба.

Крясък - безцветна мълчина.

Писък. Пак. И още два.

Глухи, тътените на нощта.

Пак. Писъци беззвучни.

Вопли, изтъкани от самата тишина.

Поглед. Пак. И още два.

Тихо се прокрадват крясъци.

Раздират стаята спокойна.

Между две легла, тела,

студена празнина,

крясъци препускат

в неназована тишина.

Мисли. Спомени. Картини,

Зов един или пък два. 

изтъкани са от тишина.

Нишка златна в нощната тъма,

лети, вие се и гърчи, 

прескача, блъска се, разпръсква.

Нишки в нощната тъма,

всяка свети в мълчалива светлина.

Всеки спомен, всяка дума,

къпе се в мелодия от тишина.

Още идват.

Тропат, борят се.

Напират.

Напразно морят се.

Победата е звук,

деформиран,

окупиран,

многократно, който е прикриван.

Звук. 

Писък от материя.

Крясък в изблик на истерия.

Уви.

Души и крясъци от тишина.

Нощ. Ден. И още два.

Материална тишина.

Безмерна тишина.

Град от тишина.

Къща, стени от тишина.

Тъмнина. И после...

Всичко е от тишина.

Души.

Думи.

Поглед.

Целувка.

Тъмнина.

Ден.

Материя.

Метафорично на душата, казват те, сърце,

И то, и то.

Всичко наредено е.

И няма никаква разруха.

То седи, витае в тишина.

Между две легла.

Крясък, писък. Още два.

Уви, от тишина.

The Zodiac Prejudice: The Railways ( Part 3 )

I'm cold as a match 

Ready to strike...

- FF

Well, Maggie got to the station. Otherwise the story would've lost its sense. Sam was sitting on a bench, staring through his glasses. Maggie stopped for a second. She was curious to know. She wanted to see what he could see. What could he see through his eyes? How did he feel about it? What was amazing, astonishing, disappointing, sad, lithle, childish, remarkable, beautiful, intriguing? What did he see?

She went on, stumbled and stepped by his side. Taken aback,he looked at her for a second, then gazing in the nowhere ( again ) said:

"Have you noticed that railway lines wave in for certain length, then split and continue in two parallel lines?"

She looked at the far division.

"Yes, you are right," she blinked, "I haven't noticed."

"Sit " he smiled at her.

Further on, they talked about little things, big things, films and songs, bands and theoretical physics, literature and trivia awkwerdness. She calmed down. He was calm.

Then Maggie asked:

"Do you know that everything has a beginning but has an end too?"

They kept silence.

"You are not right. You need to change the sentence. You need to twist it for such an unfortunate truth deserves the solace of ostentatious beauty."

"And how should it sound?" Maggie asked.

"Rather... The beginning of an end is far less the value of the mean. What do you think?"

"Too complex. Complexity sucks."

"Ok, radical."

He gazed at the nothing again.

"What would you say about ... Between the beginning and the end is all we call impractical. Impractical is what matters."

Maggie feverishly looked for a hidden message that meant he did not like her. She failed to find it.

"Yes, I like it more that way."

Sam smiled and gazed at her face. This time his glasses were all in her direction. She could read them. At least, she decided to believe what she saw. She decided for once not to let strong sense overtake the beauty of probable illusion. She wanted to believe and so did she. Just let go and answered his gaze with a look full of simple complexity, beautiful anxiety and passive desire. 

Still looking at her eyes, Sam mumbled mumbled:

"So you share my lck of pragmatism?..."

She sighed a yes.

They kissed and continued tracing the railway lines and routes together.

What happened afterwards? I can't really give an answer to this question. It is not my story to follow it. Then Maggied and Sam followed the railways but today may be the beginning of an end... Or it could have been yesterday. That is how trivial life becomes unique to some - they need just to let go and quit planning. Others, though, need planning the next second or they quit life. The trivial ending is the perfect beginning of a story - it evokes the collision of simple and complex.

What more?!

The Zodiac Prejudice : The Pisces Issue ( Part 1 )

"And he is Pisces?! What? Are you nuts?!"
It was the voice of school girl that irritates the innocent walls of the gym. A blonde in her ethno dress was too worries about a friend's astrological match. Obviously, she didn't bother to involve as much audience as possible.
"Shut up! Come on, I don't want everyone to know, " said the object of probable Pisces madness, " Let's go to the cafeteria."
Walking out of the gym, the smell of communal sweat left behind and fresh air came in. God bless the process of glucose synthesis!
As passing through the sad yard, they met people. People of any kind, of any zodiacal sign or of any appearance. As reality reflects everything, it is a hard task for one to notice the main in the reflection; among the graceful shine of Sun in her hair or the deep look of his ocean eyes, the fireplace of their eyes or the musical smile of friends' it is a complicated task to outline the main prejudice you would like to dedicate yourself to. Please, don't deny your dedication to a prejudice. The truth is everyone has a prejudice to judge others according to. But this is just a story. Right?
By a window, down the hall, the blonde and the mad were quietly discussing the globally insignificant question of a crush. They deformed it over and over again, putting it in and out of different aspects. Although a teenage discussion isn't something to impress the old generations, the newly risen topic of zodiacal compatibility. Hundreds of  years old statistics successfully receives a trivial character nowadays. How ironically practical. So how would it be possible for a Pisces to fall for Sagittarius? Was it serious? Interpretation is all one can count on as there is nothing more to be counted on in these cases.
"So you are saying he is kind of cute?"
"Mmh, yes. I don't like the word cute. He is ... Impressive."
"I still can't understand how you get to like a  Pisces?"
"Hey!!!"
"What?"
"Stop classifying people... By your damn zodiacal bullshit."
"Why? It is true. It is statistics. Long-termed. It is still going on. And I am sticking to it."
"Man, come on! You are not right! Pisces or Cancer or Moncer - it is meaningless."
"There is no Moncer in the zodiac " the blonde cut out.
"Why?! You say so! A fucking guru says so! It is a damn scale, " she jumped from her chair, " for evaluating people before even asking them if they liked cheese!!!"
The dark-haired ( sp far known as "she" ), Maggie, walked out of the cafeteria angrily enough to grab some attention. As usual, confused eyes fell at her friend.
Why would anyone be judged before even knowing them? It is a degradation of humanity. That's how Maggie considered all kinds of factors that affected one's opinion beforehand.
"It's a total shit!" she whispered while walking across the yard. She was not a stupid girl, therefore she knew people can't be perfectly good. They have preconceived opinions built on judgements. Prejudices vary - beauty or not, smart or not, rich or not, the right zodiacal sign or not, easy or not... There's no moderate level - either you are or you are not. You want to make friends with an all-about-metal peer? Are you all-about-metal or not? You like one's voice. Are you in love or not?!
It is a world of prejudice, yes. I want to kiss you but you have the preconceived idea that kissing is only a form of showing your deepest love. I want to cut my hands. You pre-judged me - you think I am a psycho. You listen to The Smiths, I to Muse. We are freaks, together in the prejudice, right?
Maggie pulled the locker of hostile green metal and took a bar of chocolate. Sat and ate it. The smell of sweat was excluded now. She vividly remembered last night - how she had walked down the lane with him, had gone to the regatta zone, had sat on a bench. They had talked little of everything they could share. Confusion. Tension in a peaceful manner. A release of laughter. Then they had kissed. Like hell. Who of them gave a shit about zodiacal signs under each others trembling fingers?! Little did they care. Actually, how can one have prejudice?
If being objective, one can't judge something without experiencing it because they don't know its true value and reason. The connotation of good and bad nowadays is too flexible. A prejudice can be a past event, not a judgement.
And so on . They had kissed. They had got home. It was a past event. Could Maggie have prejudice now?
What for?!
Did she have such?
The bar of chocolate had gone.