The man saw her walk towards him

The man saw her walk towards him in the dark. She was stumbling over everybody's legs and bags and stuff.
He hated it when people came in after the movie'd already started. Like, who does that?
- Sorry... Her voice was soft as she whispered her apology to him. She was slightly bent towards him as she tried to find her way between the rows, letting her fingertips lead the way.
He could smell a wonderfully light scent in the air. Suddenly he felt intrigued. Who was she? What did she look like?

The scent was one he'd felt before. It was years since he'd seen the girl that wore that same scent. It was Euphoria, he was sure. It also was years ago since he had touched the girl that wore the same scent. God! Concentrate on the film! He was now annoyed with himself, actually. That girl was part of the past! Why was he still thinking of her?

The woman had found an empty seat just a few seats from his. He looked into the darkness to see what she looked like. Was she looking at him? He wasn't sure, it was too dark to be sure. For a few seconds his gaze returned to the screen. He tried to focus on the movie, but it was clearly gonna be impossible. They had enjoyed a few movies together as well. He remembered her head resting against his shoulder. He never knew whether she enjoyed the movies or if she just enjoyed to sit next to him in the dark. Oh that girl. She kind of never had left his thoughts. There was always something that reminded him about her. And now this woman. Damn women and their perfumes! He knocked over his popcorns of pure frustration! He felt the woman gazing towards him as he bent over to find the paper cone on the floor.

- Here, I'll help you,
There was the soft whisper, the Euphoria. The hand touched his as she gave the cone of popcorns, now half empty, back to him. And that's when it all stopped. There was no doubt.

Whatever works, Woody

I love Woody Allen movies. I always have. And there seems to be a new one behind every corner nowadays.

It's not that long ago that we got to enjoy the fabulous combination of Woody Allen and Penélope. Vicky Cristina Barcelona was a great movie. Not just because of Woody, not just because of Penélope, not just because of Barcelona. But the combination of the three. It was magic and it was love at first sight.

Cassandra's dream was likable. Not one of the best, but definitely one to watch.

Match Point was excellent! It had it all! The beautiful actress, the setup, the dialog, the great plot. And as I remember it, the ending was the cherry on top. One of the best movies I've seen.

Scoop - not the best of the new Woody Allen movies, but not a bad one either. Hugh Jackman does make it a whole lot better.

Oh, I used to love Hannah and her sisters! I remember being like glued to the TV, mesmerized by all the talk, talk, talk!

Manhattan. I remember the last time I watched it, at two in the morning, it was perfect.

Now, the next one to watch for sure is Whatever works. Just have a look at the trailer and you'll see it's got Woody Allen written all over it. It's like in Vicky Cristina Barcelona where the first 30 seconds already gave away the great, familiar style of W. Allen. I can't wait!

Music for those sweet memories

Natty's Bedroom Eyes encapsulating it all tonight.


And I am crossing the line here, I think it's the second time I'm posting the same fabulous song. Calleth you, Cometh I by The Ark. [And it's just how it is and how it's always been, it's where reason stops and something else comes in] Incredible that it's almost a year ago, give or take two weeks. I guess fall calls for The Ark.

That's how it is. Some things just never change and that's just the way it should be. I love these lyrics because they make me feel.

Enjoy. Have a listen. Feel.

Only very rarely

Only very rarely has a person to the same extent as Obama captured the world's attention and given its people hope for a better future.

(Nobel Committee about their choice of Peace Prize award winner)

The critics say Obama hasn't done all that much yet, to be rewarded with a Nobel Peace Prize. Might be true. Sometimes, though, I believe intention is what counts. I am in full awe about this man and his ways of operating. The time was right for Obama, and never ever has the world been so globally affected by a presidential election. It was to be seen in his eyes, heard in his words; Finally a world leader with good intentions. Finally a man who not only wants to, but actually is giving hope. A man whose work shows an interest in the greater good.

Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.

Barack Obama

"Im not good for you"

"I'm not good for you." He leaned onto the bar, making his tall body seem shorter.
I took a sip of my beer.
"What do you mean?"
I was eager to hear what he had intended.
Who was good for anybody, really?
I had no clue, whether this man would be good for me in the end, but I sure was intrigued by his ways.

I had met someone similar to him before. A man that wasn't shy about speaking about himself, about revealing everything. I guess that was what made me stand before them with my jaw dropping. For me it was something exotic, strange, even a bit scary. I quite liked it.

"I'm not gonna take you home. Not you, not any woman. Not before I have gotten all sorted out."
He was talking about his ex-girlfriend.
Yes, I knew he was not even close to being over her. It was written all over his face.
"I'm glad."
It was the truth.
"I'm not waiting for you to fall into any trap."
That was a lie. I had, in some way, waited for him to fall into my trap. Why? I wasn't sure. It must have been the mix of right and wrong that was written all over him. He was bad news, I knew that. And that's why I stood there, that Thursday morning, sharing a beer.

Dreaming of light

I open the window and I see the light behind the dark clouds.
Comforting, in its way,
still too far away to light my soul.
Is it just me, or are those clouds there to stay?
Have I seen them move in either way?
I let my gaze drop.
It is somewhat painful to watch what I wanted for so long.
It is somewhat difficult to dream about something that might never be.
Still I do.
Still I believe.
Still I wake up every morning to tell myself that my patience will be rewarded.
Still I go to bed every night feeling empty.
Just to wake up to yet another morning.
Just to open the window to see,
whether those clouds have moved on,
or whether I will spend yet another day, dreaming of light.

Poem of the day - Inspiration by Zach Ashton

So many So much

Ten years is a lot of days
With a lot of feelings
expressed in a lot of ways

All those things between you and me
Could we ever have guessed
what we would be?

And here we are, ten years later
With ten more years of life, all gone by, day and night
showing in our hearts, on our faces, in the colour of the hair.

A few wrinkles and a lot of gray
A lot of love and even more faith
As time goes by
we remain
The same.

And here I am thinking
What would your words be?
- my friend
- the one I wanted to love
- the one that loved me more
- the one that I stood by
- the one that stood me by
- the one whose soul I knew
inside out
- my soul mate
- the one with whom I shared so many songs
so many words
so many thoughts
so many
so much
--

If I could choose them words, I'd gladly be
- your friend
- the one you wanted to love
- the one that loved you more
- the one that you stood by
- the one that stood you by
- the one whose soul you knew
inside out
- your soul mate
- the one with whom you shared so many songs
so many words
so many thoughts
so many
so much
--

Yes, we made a few messes
We raised a lot of dreams
We twisted and turned on the way
But as deep as it is, I know it'll stay
And as I try to say
In so many ways
With so many words
So many lines
So many thoughts
So many
So much.
Thank you.

Broken embraces

It's time for a few pearls. First, a movie, second, music.

Los abrazos rotos. I have always melted in front of Penélope. When combined with director Pedro Almodóvar you can be sure - magic will happen. Of course I had to see Los abrazos rotos. There was no other way. And it seduced me. It bent me over and it had me begging for more. It had it all, the characters, the music, the script, the mood, the styling. Ultimately, I didn't want for it to end. I wished it would have gone on forever.



Music. This is not my regular beat. I feel brave today. I feel brand new. I feel Beats and Styles featuring Justin Taylor.
Friend.