Idealism is what precedes experience, cynicism is what follows

Qu'on me donne six lignes écrites de la main du plus honnête homme, j'y trouverai de quoi le faire pendre.

If one would give me six lines written by the hand of the most honest man, I would find something in them to have him hanged.

We are in minority...

Its a brand new world out there...

Freedom is not an empty word

Freedom
Revolution
'Our troops are fighting with the enemy.The government in its place.'
Independent nation
'There are people who think these are idle words. He died for these.'
'Are you so fear of them?'
'He couldn't stand to see that outlander tanks are treading his country.'
'That was a political demonstration.'
'He didn't confer with traitors.'
'We are talking about 1956!!!
I deny to answer to this question!'
'He didn't ask mercy.'
'Do you declare yourself to be guilty?
No, I don't.'
'I'm filled with loathing to think that someday those people will rehabilitate me who hang up me.'

v dolinach

V dolinách – kvitne kvet, ktorý lásku nám dáva jeho jas v tmavom ráne vždy svieti ako brieždenie V dolinách – lesný med vonia viac ako tráva na svahoch túlia sa ovčie stáda V domoch pieseň znie

V dolinách – Človek sám svoju prírodu chráni Každý strom, každá lúka na stráni je náš vzácny liek V dolinách – ľudia nemajú zamknuté brány Majú tam srdcia čisté a vľúdne ako prúdy riek

Je to kraj kde prísne štíty hôr Tichodolín múdro strážia Pokým slnka lúč zazvoní na jarné zvonceHovčích stád Je to kraj kde ráno vstáva skôr Kde sa drevo z hory tíško zváža Je to Slovensko čarovné hrdé Mám ho rád

V dolinách – kvitne kvet, ktorý lásku nám dáva jeho jas v tmavom ráne vždy svieti ako brieždenie V dolinách – lesný med vonia viac ako tráva na svahoch túlia sa ovčie stáda V domoch pieseň znie

V dolinách – Človek sám svoju prírodu chráni Každý strom, každá lúka na stráni je náš vzácny liek V dolinách – ľudia nemajú zamknuté brány Majú tam srdcia čisté a vľúdne ako prúdy riek

Democracy

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Az otthon itt van

ROY éS ÁDáM AZ OTTHON ITT VAN
Ha itt maradnál, nem indulnék még én sem,
Ha nem indulnál, nem lenne érkezésem...
Hová is mennék, hová is lennék egyedül én?
Nélküled nem kell útlevél.

Az otthon ott volt ahol bejártunk
mindent százezerszer már...
s apánkat kértük, hogy vegyen fel
most az egyszer, mert magasról
más lesz a táj.

Az otthon itt van, ha jössz mellettem,
Még ha nem is nézel rám.
Tudod, már régen észre vettem,
hogy szemedben én hazáig
látok simán, ellátok simán.
Rád nézek néha némán,
s az otthon visszanéz rám.

Az otthon ott lesz ahol megállunk,
Ki régen felvett rég nincs már.
Magunkban súgjuk csak tegyél le,
mert ma végre megtaláltuk, más lett a táj...

Egy szívhez szalad sok kis ér,
sok szivet hajt egy cseppnyi vér
S ha messze lennél... Oh Oh
Elég lesz mindig négy liter,
hazáig elmész ennyivel,
ha menni kell, de most jönnöd kell...

Az otthon ott van ameddig ellát
vak sötétben két szemünk.
Vak lovak vagyunk az éjben
nincsen út és nincs kötél sem,
de mi el mégsem tévedünk.

Hazajár minden emlék haza száll...
Hazavág mindent ez a laza szám...
Hazajár, minden emlék haza száll...
Hazavág mindent ez a laza szám...

Egy szívhez szalad sok kis ér,
sok szívet hajt egy cseppnyi vér,
S ha messze lennél... Oh Oh
Elég lesz mindig négy liter,
hazáig elmész ennyivel,
ha menni kell, de most jönnöd kell,
hazaértünk hidd el.

Democracy in Slovakia!

http://17november.sk
November 17, 1981 - I felt it. Although I was too young to understand, but I definitely noticed that something BIG was happening. I also notice what is going on now. Only a total ignorant doesn't notice watershed moments, November 17 was one of them.

I want to thank to all those that had a courage to stand up, back than, and to all those that are willing to stand up for the freedom and values now: Thank you!

Helplessness

One of the worst feelings is helplessness. I think many have pondered upon it. It is one of the worst feelings, leading to violence, rage, and radicalization...

I wanna go home

Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time

Why I hate Brussels, Belgium?

There is no weather, no seasons. There is only (rarely) normal or bad weather, there is never nice weather. It always rains, the sky is grey, air is dirty and polluted. There are no 'normal' people. Too many bumps, and eurocrats. The city has no 'genius loci' it is soul-less, spirit-less. Its simply dead. It has the worst service-culture I have ever experienced. Nobody cares and nobody really works. Everybody always protest against something, but nobody does anything to improve the situation.

High time to leave.

Nedá sa újsť - One cannot run away

Človek, povedz načo sú ti nohy, keď nemôžeš újsť pred svetom, ktorý ťa núti vopchať si prsty do úst	Hu)man, tell (me) what do you have feet for, if you cannot run away from the world that makes you put your fingers down your throat
Nedá sa újsť, pred svetom neutečieš. Nedá sa újsť, a ty neutečieš tiež. Nedá sa újsť, veď svet to si aj ty sám. Nedá sa újsť, pred sebou samým niet kam.	One cannot run away, you won't run away from the world one cannot run away, and you won't run away either one cannot run away, because you, yourself are part of the world one cannot run away, there is no place you could run from yourself
Človek, človek ty si zvláštny, či máš -dsať, alebo -násť Darmo sa skrývaš do básni, svet si ťa stále vie nájsť	(Hu)man, (Hu)man, you are peculiar, whether you are -ty or -teen in vain you are hiding in poetry the world can always find you
Nedá sa újsť, pred svetom neutečieš. Nedá sa újsť, a ty neutečieš tiež Nedá sa újsť, veď svet to si aj ty sám. Nedá sa újsť, pred sebou samým niet kam.	One cannot run away, you won't run away from the world one cannot run away, and you won't run away either one cannot run away, because you, yourself are part of the world one cannot run away, there is no place you could run from yourself

State - štát

Štát

Tisíc rokov dozadu tu boli Maďari
Mali nás za debilov, boli sme posraní
Rakúsko-uhorský štát

A po chvíli ČSR prihlásil sa Tiso
Chcel nás učiť hajlovať, len aby sa blysol,
Fašistický štát

Stojíme na prahu do novej Európy
Očistime si nohy a vystrime ruky
Hlboký nádych lezieme zas do inej
Ani do nemeckej, maďarskej či ruskej,
Lezieme do riti originál európskej
Hoďte nám kosti, my budeme povďační.

V štyridsiatom ôsmom to Gottwald roztočil
Na desiatky rokov na nás hviezdu pritlačil
Komunistický štát.

Čo sa stihlo postaviť, stihlo sa aj rozdať,
Syn národa Vladimír stihol túto hru dohrať
Rozkradnutý štát.

Stojíme na prahu do novej Európy
Očistime si nohy a vystrime ruky
Hlboký nádych lezieme zas do inej
Ani do nemeckej, maďarskej či ruskej,
Lezieme do riti originál európskej
Hoďte nám kosti, my budeme povďační.

Nebolo by dvojičiek, nebolo by únie,
Mocnosti sa posrali, zrazu to už pôjde
Európsky štát.

Raz do riti jednému a raz druhému,
To sa nikdy nezmení, nečakaj zmenu,
Malý posraný štát.

Fated to pretend

I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
We were fated to pretend.

yeah yeah yeah

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

Numb: cynical

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home


've
become so numb
i can't feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you



Distant ship smoke on a horizon...



When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

1500 km tour around Central Europe

Wrong person at wrong place

doing other's dream job.

The only ones have voted.

And they voted no.

Lets Ban that dangerous dihydrogen monoxide

Plagiarism

Victory OVER Democracy

You cannot create democracy by increasing the powers of the European Parliament. Just like you cannot create a green meadows by pouring more water on a concrete parking lot.


Big Brother at the Borders

"Taken separately, each of Frattini's ideas serves a defensible purpose: the obligation of government to protect its citizens from harm.

Yet once this multitude of external border-related databases and surveillance capabilities is in place, the risk of an emergent Big Brother society will rise from a near-irresistible temptation to link them to internal pan-EU security and law enforcement databases."

Pay as you go pension scheme

Pay as you go pension scheme (PAYG) in the conditions of current demographic development in Europe is a giant pyramid game. Europe may want to try to get out of it by importing new entrants into the game from outside the bloc.

Pain, suffering and discomfort

Our civilization has become more risk averse and less discomfort tolerant. The value of liberty has decreased.

We want to treat all symptoms of any discomfort. We want to feel good. We want to enjoy. Nobody is willing to take responsibility. We want to live easy, secure lives. Even at the cost of our own freedoms.

I am a legend?

Over a EUR5 pint of beer in a relaxed mood pondering the questions of future, morality, justice, and freedom I was told that I have been a legend. Its interesting to learn that one is, or had been a legend.

I was always wondering how does it feel to be a legend. I always thought that I cannot find this out, since you have to be a legend and you have to know that you are a legend to feel how is it to be one.

Okay, so I am a legend.

So what does it mean that one is a legend? It means that one is perceived as a role-model? As an example that other's look to for inspiration? It means that one is a source of motivation? It means that if those that get inspired achieve things that one had achieved, they acclaim that "Now I am good, since I have achieved what The Legend has!" It means that Legend is used as a sort of standard of excellence against which to measure one's success?

Does it also means that one has to live their life in a certain (exemplary) way?

In this respect I have come to think of talents in the parable mentioned by Evangelist Matthew.
(Matthew 25:14-30)

And the fear that I have is that of ending up as the last servant who dug a hole and hid the talents entrusted to him. I often feel the desire to hide, live a life of a shepherd, and not to be responsible for society. But then I remember this type of parable and the message embedded in it, and I see that I cannot just hide.

So what can one do?

Get up every morning and fight your way through the day. You may be a legend, you just don't know it yet. So don't disappoint those that trust in you, they follow your story.

Do the best to be a worthwhile legend.

Friday I am in love

(The Cure)

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Or, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate...
I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday Wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday watch the walls instead
It's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday never hesitate...
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday
I'm in love
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love