Η φύση αυτής της ανατολίτικης αισθητικής στις τέχνες και στην καθημερινότητα, η φύση αυτής της ομορφιάς είναι αυτή των σκιών και του ομιχλώδους, ο όρος γέννησης και ύπαρξής της είναι το σκοτάδι και η ασάφεια, μια ομορφιά που είναι τέτοια γιατί είναι κρυμμένη, και αμυδρή, μισοϊδωμένη σαν μέσα σε όνειρο, αντίθετα με το αντικείμενο της δυτικής ομορφιάς που πρέπει πριν παραδοθεί στη θέα να στιλβωθεί και να φωτιστεί ολοκληρωτικά γιατί μόνον έτσι θα αναδειχθεί σε όλη του τη δόξα.

Junichiro Tanizaki



13.11.11

Blues? όχι, ευχαριστώ...

Zaz turned blue....


Zaz had red hair, he didn't care

He always laughed loud, he wasn't proud

Just a real easy guy who wouldn't tell a lie

But then one day Zaz turned blue


Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do

Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do

When Zaz turned blue


One night in the park for a lark

Zaz let Steve Brown fool around

Steve squeezed his neck, figured what the heck

But Zaz hit the ground, he was downed


Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do

Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do

When Zaz turned blue


After high school Zaz seemed cool

He worked on cars, went to bars

But then one day he went away

And became a Marine at the age of eighteen

But he didn't want to fight

Didn't do it out of spite

And he didn't want to die

No, he didn't want to die

And he seemed kind of strange

Could it be that he changed

On that night in the park

When he fainted in the dark


Zaz didn't die, lucky guy

There were no parades, how the glory fades

Now he shoots lots of pool and as a rule

He wears a silly grin on his chin

It all started when

Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do

Zaz turned blue, what were we supposed to do

When Zaz turned blue




Όχι, ευχαριστώ... αντί να σας βλέπω να διασκεδάζετε την ανία σας ασελγώντας πάνω μας, προτιμώ, χίλιες φορές να είμαι ένα απ' τα παιδιά του Pangbourn.....
Φυσικά και μπορώ...