Tick

It's all about how you feel.Less you are expecting something, faster it goes.More agog you are ,more you should feel each click.It's all about you.Have you ever felt you really want to go to bed now and wake up one week later ? or maybe one year later?
Wow! Sometimes it's so precious you can not waste a drop of it and sometimes it's so useless you prefer to demolish all the things related to it. So many typical proverbs about it but I think most of them has been made when the creator has been in such a fine mood.All the proverbs are like that. aren't they? They never talk about you desperate or never having a bad dream. All in a very non-creative way.
Anyways try to focus on the subject.Is it really precious or some useless fake ,boring ,snobbish tick tack always getting late ?
Anyway i think it is worth spending in a good mood ,creating something and trying to make love cuz when it's passed it's more depressing! ;)

Flashback

I don't know what happened at the back of my mind.I was just chatting and talking with my friends till I received this image of yours just by accident and it made me remember a great deal of my inside.You are the only colored picture of mine in this blog. When I saw this photo of yours , I just don't know what happened but I remembered so many memories I haven't even experienced.I have always been an observer.I never felt anything but I am just creative.I only try to imagine and then defend any purity which any human-being can see which most of the time it's neglected.I see so human of you in this photo so human.That's why you are a human-being. Didn't you think about everyone around you and someone like me in your next children? Didn't you think about me here watching your picture trembling from anger or hate ?Didn't you think about something heavy in my throat ready to explode any time? If my dad sees this photo of yours I know he will begin to cry either in front of me or somewhere I can't see.Those somewhere-s which I have never seen .Those somewhere-s with a cold pipe of a gun aimed on your head in the middle of nowhere deciding about your future in your own fatherland.I've never seen those days , those moments but the only thing I can say is :

I can't and won't ever imagine you in the middle of that cold yard with those animals surronding you and that damned rope around your neck

Colored?

Which one's better ? Colored or white? Which more exciting C or C# ? You ask in which way? ofcourse if it's about the skin you prefer white don't you? I promise at least once in your life it has passed ur brain that those black or south-american men has poisoned our planet with drugs and black money. Have you ever made fun of some special nation or ethnicity for their stupidity or parsimony or their attitude toward criminality or toward terrorism? Have you ever humiliated a special group people due to their race, color, religion or their ideological trend at the back of your mind and just called it "nothing but my own ideas"? have you ever thought that these "my own ideas" have the potential power to poison lots of uneducated minds or educated minds around you?
Have you ever thought that maybe those big taboos which we don't dare to talk about because of their dreadful deeds have started somewhere around us? Somewhere so close with similiar ideas about some groups?
Why can't we just keep everything in this world? Why can't we just talk about wars between nations without talking about their religious tendencies? What have WE done ? what have WE done for this planet which makes us so proud of ourselves or sure of our races? does it really matter whose head is bigger or whose feet are longer? so why does this skin color matter so much? In so many centuries these species ,these human-beings have ruined and spoiled the planet with wars , racism, religious persecution or abuse. We are failed so don't blame people other than us that may look unfamiliar to us for our failures and don't forget we will teach the next residents of earth how to play the piano!!
Just watched the movie "Crash (2004)" last night.I think it was moving! Thanks Mr.Paul Haggis!

And don't forget :

Because the line between,
Wrong and right,
Is the width of a thread,
From a spider's web
The piano keys are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind

High Hopes

Have you ever missed your good old friend so much that you wish it was possible to get all the way back to those shining moment only for 1 minute or so.Those remembering , never-getting-back , wild and free moment which passed all with listening to some songs and playing some tunes on the piano so seriously which we were feeling it is gonna be a new version of Lennon, John , De Burgh , Morrison , Waters , Gilmour or The King. Still missing those flashes with my eyes closed and feeling ourselves in front of wembely stadium playing for thousands of fans just dying out there for you two never-seperated friends. This is the enviroment which we could create something or maybe think of something new at. Oh ! those laughing-to-death seconds and those getting angry at everybody flashes. Those never returning pictures which I don't have a single photo of them and made me go on all these years without looking around but walking steadily toward my dreams .Yeah buddy , I still think about me and yourself in front of a black old Yamaha piano with you hangin with your guitar, standing on one foot down and one foot on my piano's chair singin:

There are those who fail
There are those who fall
There are those who will never win
But there are those who fight for the things they believe
There are men like you and me

Pro Impetus

Today taking a shower (A nice place to think) discovered that I should start my second part of "Requiem Aeternam".It's named "Pro Impetus".At the moment Im looking for a real horny theme and so much rythm that I've always been so thirsty of.Thinkin of something really jazzy and something that blows anybody's head at the end. I've almost composed every part I wanted under the shower.Im begining to feel alive again. To create something .Something unique.Something that I think would be the best i've ever written.I really wish you could feel this way my friends.It's GREAT and nobody can find it out except for someone who can create something not only some middle man or a second hand buyer. These days I don't feel like writing here, Just finished "West wind,East Wind" by Pearl Buck, Heard the news about Israel and Lebanon and waiting for some kind of trip to another city for something I've been waiting for a long time.