Ce n'est pas réalité. C'est la psychologie de la passion...

Abandonnez tous vos sens au plaisir; qu’il soit le seul dieu de votre existence; c’est à lui seul qu’une jeune fille doit tout sacrifier, et rien à ses yeux ne doit être aussi sacré que le plaisirfier, et rien à ses yeux ne doit être aussi sacré que le plaisir...
Marquis de Sade

Peut-on dire [...] que la passion nous permette d'aimer un être autre que nous ? Il n'en est rien et, en aimant le passé, nous n'aimons que notre propre passé, seul objet de nos souvenirs. On ne saurait aimer le passé d'autrui ; par contre, l'amour peut se porter vers son avenir, et il le doit, car, aimer vraiment, c'est vouloir le bien de l'être qu'on aime, et l'on ne peut vouloir ce bien que dans le futur. Tout amour passion, tout amour du passé, est donc illusion d'amour et, en fait, amour de soi-même. Il est désir de se retrouver, et non de se perdre ; d'assimiler autrui, et non de se donner à lui ; il est infantile, possessif et cruel, analogue à l'amour éprouvé pour la nourriture que l'on dévore et que l'on détruit en l'incorporant à soi-même. L'amour action suppose au contraire l'oubli de soi, et de ce que l'on fut; il implique l'effort pour améliorer l'avenir de celui que l'on aime. Et si souvent l'aveuglement, et l'on ne sait quelle complaisance pour nos caprices, nous font désirer d'être passionnément aimés, il n'en reste pas moins que celui qui est aimé ainsi sait confusément qu'il n'est pas l'objet véritable de l'amour qu'on lui porte ; il devine qu'il n'est que l'occasion, pour celui qui l'aime, d'évoquer quelque souvenir, et donc de s'aimer lui-même. A cette tristesse chez l'aimé correspond chez l'aimant quelque désespoir, car le passionné sent bien que sa conscience ne peut parvenir à sortir de soi, à atteindre une extériorité, à s'attacher à une autre personne.
Ainsi s'explique que l'inconstance des passions coïncide souvent avec leur violence. La violence de la passion vient de ce que sa source est l'égoïsme, sentiment d'une grande force, et souffrant mal les obstacles. L'inconstance de la passion vient de ce que l'objet vers lequel elle se porte n'est jamais que symbolique et accidentel : en son essence, l'amour passion est un amour abstrait. Tiré du passé de l'amant, il peut convenir à tout ce qui, dans le présent, évoque ce passé, apparaît comme son image. Aussi le passionné aime-t-il, non l'être réel et présent qu'il dit aimer, mais ce qu'il symbolise. Dans les cas de demi-lucidité, il aime cette recherche même du passé dans le présent : il aime alors l'amour, ce qui n'est pas aimer.

Ferdinand ALQUIE

My Farewell to the Fall.

Quand vient l'Automne one can feel that everything is gonna die. Everything! Nature, Summer, the Joy of life and love themselves!
What a sorrow! But it's the best period for a kind of spleen when I can be melancholic by law, by the law of nature.
Imagine how splendid it is, to stay indoors, in your tiny cosy room, to drink a good cup of coffee, to eat a bun, to read a book or watch a movie. Or just look out of the window having wrapped yourself in a warm gentle rug while it's raining outside. But if the sun is shining, I'll have a stroll alone or with someone. Do you like to feel how the leaves rustle underfoot,or this crisp autumn air filled with the smell of foliage, rain, smoke, mellow apples as I do? The only thing I need is to smoke a cig and to hear music...
Solitude and Freedom in their purity. Isn't it delightful? And how lovely the streets change! They are golden, red, orange etc. The trees are in the flame of the autumn leaves. Yes, Flora is a true artist. And you yourself want to create.
But how wonderful it would be...I mean to escape, to find peace in the countryside and forget everything..everybody.I would be happy to wake up early in the morning in my country cottage.And it would be so early that even birds were asleep. Just fancy, you go out to listen to the silence, to breath in the breath of zephyr. In the autumn garden you see a slight mist and contemplate honey-like light of the rising sun wich fills all the space, pierces every branch. Then you walk down the path to meet something or somebody. You do not know what it is. But you do realize that it will be good, it will bring you to happiness because the favourable wind blows getting tangled in your curls and pushing into the world of fairy discovery. And saying farewell to Mademoiselle L'Automne you comprehend that life's good and your happines is waiting just round the corner!

Bon Anniversaire Mon Cher Gourou!

There's one guy in my life. He is a bit bizarre. And this fellow is used to be called Glitter Captain, Strify, Jack etc etc.

Indeed this guy is really obsessed about glitter and music as well. But at the same time He himself is a kind of fetish, obsession, maybe even a permanent object of worship. My Guru lives in a fairy world of songs and glamour. His beautiful mind is free of any kind of prejudices and stereotypes.
And he's so enchanting... J'adore the way he smiles, the way he laughs, moves, speaks everything he does in other words.

…His eyes are always full of magic, they are nearly ready to invite you to his Wonderland. You won't be able to resist such an invitation. Just follow him, this is the only thing you need.
He'll show us the right way into the land of dreams...
But besides my music master is a true philosopher in disguise. I believe that he can spend hours pondering some new lines from strifyverses.
Of course it's so difficult to wait for him, to wait for news. And now I can find his incarnation almost everywhere..in movies, in songs, in passers-by. This is the only thing I can content.
And I'm proud to call this day Strify Bizarre Day! Strife Master has got a heart of gold, angel’s soul, devine voice and fantastic sense of humor . We are so lucky to congratulate him today!
He taught us to stay true to ourselves, to cope with all the obstacles. Sometimes I think, ‘Sweet Jesus! We are so happy because we have such a possibility to hear his songs!’ And I thank this world because it gave us such a man like Srify! I hope somewhen we’ll see You dancing on the dance floor in the dark or hear your lovely voice.So Happy Bizarre Birthday My Guru!!!

Sweet Dreams.

Caramels, bonbons et chocolats..C'est un rêve pour chaque enfant.



You'll hardly be able to resist such a delicious temptation. Everybody loves sweetstuff, it's a common truth. And it can be even more visible when we speak about women and kids.

I believe that every child would like to find himself in a candyshop, chocolate factory or yummy wonderland.Maybe all these sweet things can be compared with drugs or something like this. And of course from time to time we may have a kind of hangover or jellybeans overdose for example.


But our life is so boring at times, maybe even unkind..It's so far from dreams. Mais c'est la vie anyway. And only a bar of chocolate can help us I mean it can make us a bit jollier.

Certainly it destroys our teeth, skin and shape. But we love it anyway. And looking for some cookies in an empty jar one will never find his peace. Because it's the sweetest sin we could ever commit...

Jai Guru Deva!

It makes my heart beat...

In this message I'm not going to tell you about my family, my freinds etc. It would be too easy. Of course they give me a great support but nevertheless. It's a bit another story. I wanna tell you, my reader, about something that makes my life complete.
Here these 6 elements.

Ocean
Once a guy said, 'Ocean is bizarre...'Maybe it's not even bizarre but magnetic. From time to time I muse that I wasn't a mermaid or a small fish in my previous life.

But I believe that I was the water itself..just a tiny part of something really great and powerful.
At times I even think that it would be the most suitable place to meet my death and to become a little part of this power again...


Music
There's a very good statement, 'there's a line from a song for every life situation.'To my mind it's true. Music has such a great influence that we can't imagine. It fills our life with new sounds and our souls with new feelings. It's all around us!

My music Guru...
This guy has changed almost all my views. Moreover he's turned everything upside down. I've got rid of all my prejudices. I fell in love with learning English again. He's taught me that being yourself is the most precious thing today.
And I'll never accept the fact that It's Over, because he's told himself, 'a goodbye can be a good thing because it can be a srart of something new.'
The only thing we need to overcome all the obstacles is to stay bizarre!

Cigarettes
Such a tiny thing like this can help you to forget about evrything and to feel stronger. But at the same time it makes me weak because I can't resist it. And this's my obsession...
Chocolate
All the words are useless in this case. The only thing I can say is that I love it!


Choreography..
..and ballet! Sorry to say that I don't know this language as well as I'd like to. But this language of our body can show how useless words can be. Sometimes our movements can express your emotions better than any other human sound.

This was the part of my inner world, a kind of revelation. So, and what is your story?

Don't resist the old good ultra-violence!

Welcome to My Nightmare...

Welcome to my nightmare. I think you're going to like it. There'll be some more when you come down.


Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever..They are our perfectly hidden fear, wishes, obsessions, madness. But anyway we'll never manage to escape

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of the week. For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity...

A man should enjoy every minute of being crazy because in this mad world, only the mad are sane.

Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity or dreaming. Surrealism to me is reality.

And a bit of the old ultra-violence can do us much good, help to survive in the maze of dreams...

Spring. Inspiration. Dreams.....

When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality.



Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment and it says,"Let's Party!"



...Every artist was first an amateur...

Cinema Bizarre - My Obsession

To be Obsessed...

If the people have no bread, let them eat cake.

France, 18c. I always concidered 18 century as the age of a great fettish, fashion, and bohemia. I think the time of glamour started THERE. It's full of glitter,silk, sins and dirt. And there's something magnificent in this awful mixture...Don't you think so? Moreover, I'm so glad that Sophia Coppola created such a wonderful movie like "Marie Antoinette". So fashionable,tragic and teaching...

La cigarette. La liberté. La femme...

This fact has always been a question to answer. Why should a woman smoke to look mysterious, fatal and charming? It's interesting, and it's a fact, so called common truth. Once a man said, "Wine, women and song." But I would add one more item..cigarettes...especially mint or cherry ones.