RMTRN

IT’S NOT A SONG BUT “ART OF LIFE”

The man was sitting beneath the bright darkness. NO CLAMOUR, NO OTHER PERSON. He had just two things; one body and one mind…

That man is an old guy with bleached hair, little blue eyes and beautiful hands. Ugly old man with handsome past… impossible to recognize, impossible to meet.

The old man was crying silently. The darkness was serious. He always knew that. But that time it was hard to overcome. He wanted to do something, refresh everything but…He was late. There was a light in that darkness. But it wasn’t strong enough. Everything has changed, the world, his body, the people, his mind… In the world he always gained the respect of people loved himself and used the mind. But already lost eveything and death was near. However all of a sudden„, the light began to grow. He prolonged his hand toward the light, held it, dried his eyes and in a little while a smile appeared on his face… «RMTRN»

— Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)

      Bir insan bana: “Yaşamak kremalı pasta yapmaya benzer: nasıl olması gerektiğine karar verdikten sonra tarifi hakkında biraz bilgi edinirsin, öğrendiğinde zaman kaybetmeden yapmaya başlarsın; bazen hataların olur bazen de olmaz, kremadan ilk katı attığında zor kısmını bitirdiğin için mutlu olursun, süslemeye başladığında ise yüzünde sadece gülümseme vardır.” demiş olsaydı, hep onun yanında olmak; hep onu dinlemek isterdim.

THE GOOD, THE BAD, THE WEIRD

Amazing Korean western movie with Song Kang-ho, Jung Woo-sung and Lee Byung-hun…

I’ll leave this swamp and I’ll make a marvellous movie. It will become a big hit.. or I will stay here and I will make a marvellous rice paddy. It will become a big field..

    life is life

I will choose and I won’t lose because I’m invincible wicked frog =)

— Shunryu Suzuki

       A little boy was walking on a shiny road. 

       He was holding two cases, one of them was jazzberry jam and the other one was turquoise blue… He was walking without thinking and was singing “Brother John” « the only song that he knows ». But he didn’t want to keep going anymore. There was no water and there was no food, the boy couldnt understand why he was there „, where was his mother and why he was holding that things.?. The boy sat down also put the bags down. He stared at them, then picked the turquoise one and opened it. There was a piece of glass. He didnt touch it because his mother had warned him not to touch sharp things. Then he opened other case, there was liquid, purple liquid… He put his hand into the bag. It was soft and cold, his hand was shining like a diamond. He was amazed that his hand was like a tv screen with variable displays „, now he could see his mother and little sister .. smiled .. he was happy. Then a blue thing appeared on the screen, it was that blue glass. He thought he has to take it. But he couldn’t do that, so he lift the purple case and poured all the liquid to the blue case. Instantly everywhere started to sparkle. He couldn’t see anything, closed his eyes and started to wait. When he opened his eyes sparkle has gone and the road has also disappeared. The boy looked around and realize that he is in room. It was just a dream, he got up and walked toward the table, there were 2 cases „, one of them was jazzberry jam and the other one was turquoise blue…  «RMTRN»

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