A way to be

The morning light was yet demanding. There was a taste in my mouth of something long gone. I did not know how the story was supposed to go from now on, but the morning light was demanding for action. I really wanted to refuse the world in those empty mornings but that was not a… Continue reading A way to be

Помия

Изглежда като детска игра, докато не осъзнаеш, че играеш само през нощта. Ха! И не помниш нищо от живота през деня.   И не си влюбен, не. Не вярваш в любовта вече. Нито имаш вяра у хората. Нито вяра на хората. Няма я дори вече тревогата.   Нищо няма. Само игри през нощта. С непознати… Continue reading Помия

Highly Suspect @ The Garage, Glasgow 3 Feb 2018

I have waited three months for this concert, a time during which I was predominantly listening to them. Yes. Highly Suspect! I have read multiple articles in which there were a series of adjectives used to describe what they do and how they sound. To me there is only one combination of words that describes… Continue reading Highly Suspect @ The Garage, Glasgow 3 Feb 2018

Remedial Royal Blood Treatment, Royal Blood, The SSE Hydro, Glasgow, Scotland, 24/11/2017

Just three days after the splendid Queens of the Stone Age concert at the O2 in London, I was headed to see yet another of the great contemporary bands – Royal Blood. Now, I came across their music in a period of my life when I had hit rock bottom and did not know what… Continue reading Remedial Royal Blood Treatment, Royal Blood, The SSE Hydro, Glasgow, Scotland, 24/11/2017

Queens of the goddamned Stone Age, The O2, London, UK. 21/11/2017

I thought that I would die. It was brutal in the most beautiful way possible, which is roughly what QOTSA's entire philosophy is about. The shit was real, it was the real shit, going crazy, or crazy gets you, any words would confine the experience. It was a mass burning of calories, mass dehydration, mass… Continue reading Queens of the goddamned Stone Age, The O2, London, UK. 21/11/2017

No one’s ground

No one's ground, no one's fault. no one's decision, no one's mistake. It's just the way the world spins and the sun rises. That's just the way the waves roll and the birds sing. Only if there was someone to hear them, to see them. People occupied, preoccupied, reoccupied, too occupied with the world that… Continue reading No one’s ground

The effeteness

These little black dots just came out of their oblivion. They try to form themselves again on the other side. I like that try, I like that someday in which it all be worthy. But the message will never arrive, the birds dropped it in the ocean of forgetfulness. The idea is gone. But look… Continue reading The effeteness