Share your memories with me, the runes of eternity ( Read more... )

In some several hours I will meet a truly special person. I've been talking to him in my thoughts a lot, but still it always seems that all the questions I have prepared for this interview are not sufficient enough ( Read more... )

Stockholm overwhelms. It's everywhere - in my eyes, in my ears, under my skin, and at the same time around me. We belong to each other. Now I know what it really means - to be happy to be back. Be back home.

People smile when I walk on by. Not because it's funny - just because they are so different from eternally-frowning Russian crowds. Yesterday ( Read more... )

Breathe in. Breathe deep ( Read more... )

I just wonder why it always ends up in the same old scenario. Here I am again, talking to the shadows at the funeral party. Figurally speaking, of course, - but that seems to be my ball and chain.
It's hard to move away from what's been holding you for years. But damn, in this constant search for inspiration I became completely insane. I need it ( Read more... )

Песня. На музыку Дэвида Ковердейла.
В оригинале - потрясающая Til The End Of Time.

В моей интерпретации - лексика на уровне третьего класса.
Рифма - на уровне первого.
Но мне почему-то нравится.

Наверное, потому, что вот так просто и примитивно я чувствую.

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( ...fruits of one sick imagination... )

I'm back at the graveyard in the place I was born ( Read more... )

Things always change. Since I've been here last time Cata's got the new lineup, Olli's out of the band, Riku's got the new girlfriend, Ari handles both rhythm guitars and vocals, and there's Mikko-the-drummer, who's still impossible to get caught and finally acquainted in private ( Read more... )

Just a small opportunity to surf  the hotel web ( Read more... )