Ideal man

"Ideální muž je nebezpečný mýtus, je to virus napadajíci ženskou racionalitu. Pokud ovšem něco takového jako ženská racionalita vůbec existuje" - Román pro ženy

"Ideal man is a dnagerous myth, its a virus attacking female rationality. As long as such a thing as female rationality exists at all." - Novel for women

Touha - Desire

je to jak nic,
to totiž neváží víc
je to něco jak dech,
jak přání na křídlech
je to nemožnej cíl
kterej si vymyslil
je to jak sen co ráno rozpustil den
nic není dost velkej cíl
aby ses nepokusil
volej k nebi přání
a všechno bude k mání

touha je zázrak, kamo zázrak
touha je zázrak, kamo zázrak

je to jak žár, pořádně velikej dar
je to jak letící drak
naprosto přesnej prak
je to hukot moře
je to pramen v hoře

touha je žít
zůstat a neodejít
touha je padnout a vstát a rány nevnímat
je to tlukot srdce,
je to poklad v ruce
je to jak třpit
jako sluneční svit
úžasná mesíční zář
je to jak boží tvář
je to skrytá síla
je to zlatá žíla

touha je zázrak
takže přej si co chceš
probouzej sílu
s ni už neklopýtneš
touha jsou čáry
v hlouby duše je máš

touha je zázrak, kámo zázrak

vždyť už to znáš
touha je krám
kde maji všechno a hned
hladina páli i ten pitomej svět
touha je brana ke všemu o čem si snil
touha je cesta i cíl

touha je zázrak, kamo zázrak
touha je zázrak, kamo zázrak
touha je zázrak, kamo zázrak

Tribute to Karel Kryl - voice of freedom

Bratříčku nevzlykej to nejsou bubáci
vždyť už jsi velikej to jsou jen vojáci
přijeli v hranatých železných maringotkách

Se slzou na víčku hledíme na sebe:
Buď se mnou bratříčku bojím se o tebe
na cestách klikatých bratříčku v polobotkách

Prší a venku se setmělo
tato noc nebude krátká
Beránka vlku se zachtělo
Bratříčku - zavřel jsi vrátka?

Bratríčku nevzlykej neplýtvej slzami
nadávky polykej a šetři silami
Nesmíš mi vyčítat jestliže nedojdeme
Nauč se písničku není tak složitá
opři se bratříčku cesta je rozbitá
Budeme klopýtat zpátky už nemůžeme

Prší a venku se setmělo
tato noc nebude kratká
Beránka vlku se zachtělo
Bratříčku - zavírej vrátka!

August

I am young. I do not remember much from the pre-revolution past. I remember when my father took me as a young boy into a dark room, and hidden under a blanket we listened to the Radio Free Europe's broadcasts. I was too young to understand. I remember, my parents told me not to tell anyone what I think, I remember being carefully rebuked by my parents when watching sports competition and cheering for the USSR sportspeople I proclaimed the phrase taught at school "they are our brothers." I was too young to understand.

Now I live in a different country, I have traveled a bit. I listen to any radio I want, I write my thoughts on-line for everyone to see. I publish what I believe to be true, I do not have to censor my own thoughts. I can read any book I want.

I am sad reading the current news, and discussing it with some of my colleagues, who were born behind the iron curtain - in the free west. They think that the eastern Europeans are being paranoid and are making up the cold war ghosts.

But I cannot forget the reasons why my childhood was living in fear, why saying what you though was not advised, why elderly in the whole society are still crippled by fear. When I was a teenager, and studied history, with my classmates we discussed how the world could have been, had the U.S. Army progressed from Pilsen to Prague, had somebody came to help our neighbors in Budapest in 1956, or even us in 1968. Nobody did, and we had to wait for the evil empire to implode and collapse. But it's not the end of history:

In October 1956, Soviet troops occupied Hungary and its capital city of Budapest. Nobody helped Hungary.

In August 1968, Soviet troops occupied Czechoslovakia and its capital city of Prague. Nobody helped Czechoslovakia.


In August 2008, Russian troops occupy Georgian territory, and U.S. Secretary of State Rice said that “This is not 1968 and the invasion of Czechoslovakia, where Russian tanks threatened its neighbors, occupying the capital, overthrow the government and get away with it; things have changed.”

How much have the things changed? How much do we value freedom? Are we willing to help others when their freedom is being compromised? Or its only about money and power?

Hungary, Olympics, 1956:


Czechoslovakia, Olympics 1968:


Georgia, Olypics 2008:
???


If you don't stand up for somebody, when their freedom is being compromised. Who will stand up for you?

Where is home?

He would like to go home. But he is not sure where that is. Traveled the world, lived at places, he knows how people live at various locations. But he doesn't belong anywhere anymore. An 'affluent' homeless, lost in the world. Desperate, eager to hide somewhere safe. Anywhere is nowhere and nowhere is everywhere. Where to go, if he doesn't belong anywhere, anymore. Knowledge is pain, awareness is suffering.

Finisterrae - the Land's end

FINISTERRE from Plexifilm on Vimeo.

Natwest, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds.
Use a bank? I'd rather die.

I loved to draw when I was a little girl
It helped me see the world as I wanted it to be

Sometimes I walk home through a network of car parks
Just because i can

I love the feeling of being slightly lost
To find new spaces, new routes, new areas

I love the lack of logic

I love the feeling of being slightly lost

I belive that music in the long run can straighten out most things
There are too many bands that act lame
Sound tame
I believe In Electrelane

Over here it's new, it's now, it's you, it's clean
The beard and lipstick scene
So look beyond Big brother, gossip culture,
So bored of stupidity
The myth of common sense

I believe in Donovan over Dylan
In love over cynicism

Oh, ??????????

Finisterre, to tear it down and start again (x3)
Think about the love back in Finisterre

Five miles north is a town
of silver birches
Twenty-seven chuches
A look of horror if you drop an H
Around here its hoods up and heads down

Got it the wrong way around
When things get turned around
I slow down
Dream about the notion of the perfect city
Imagine the 19th century never happened
Just a straight run from Beau Brummell to Bauhaus
Dreams never end
This house believes in skyscrapers

Chorus (x5):
Finisterre, to tear it down and start again
Think about the love back in Finisterre

I want to know the whole of the city with you