любовта е страх
тъмното е светло
топлото е студено
вчера е утре
жената е мъж
животът е смърт
аз съм ти
а всъщост сме е-то.

и негативтното не е негативно!


Saint, n. A dead sinner revised and edited.

Marshal Villeroi, who in his youth had known St. Francis de Sales, said, on hearing him called saint: 'I am delighted to hear that Monsieur de Sales is a saint. He was fond of saying indelicate things, and used to cheat at cards. In other respects he was a perfect gentleman, though a fool.' [Ambrose Bierce, "Devil's Dictionary," 1911]

Светецът е прокълнат да е свързан. Със светлината.

И какво е първото нещо, което иска ангелът, като стане човек? Кафе.

When we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
We were light and paper-thin.

And when we first came here,
We were cold and we were clear,
With no colours on our skin,
'Till you let the spectrum in.

Say my name,
And every colour illuminates,
We are shining,
And we'll never be afraid again.

Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!
Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!

And when we come for you,
We'll be dressed up all in blue,
With the ocean in our arms,
Kissing eyes and kissing palms.

And when it's time to pray,
We'll be dressed up all in grey,
With metal on our tongues,
And silver in our lungs.

Say my name!
As every colour illuminates!
We are shining!
And we'll never be afraid again!

And when we come back we'll be dressed in black!
And you'll scream our names aloud!
And we won't eat and we won't sleep!
We'll drag bodies from their graves!