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sandra

the heart is a lonely hunter

About Me

it's not me.

My Interests

japan music art literature philosophy buddhism contemplating things the impossible falling in love with the first person i meet heavy drinking opera imaginary worlds greenpeace watching people sarcasm and irony being alone postmodernism

I'd like to meet:


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Music:

i am in need of music that would flow over my fretful feeling fingertips over my bitter tainted trembling lips with melody deep clear and liquid slow of some song sung to rest the tired dead a song to fall like water on my head. /elizabeth bishop/

Movies:

kurosawa antonioni truffault fellini bergman basically anything black and white and boring with subtitles

Books:

murakami haruki kawabata yasunari mishima yukio akutagawa ryunosuke hemingway tseliot eecummings john fowles umberto eco romain gary knut hamsun august strindberg mihail bulgakov anton chehov baudelaire rimbault apollinaire reg..na ezera rainis aleksandrs ..aks pauls bankovskis rainer maria rilke etc etc

Heroes:

bright eyes

My Blog

"the army shall never run out of bullets"

the burmese shooting at burmese. shooting at buddhist monks. and hell, who cares. UN is the most misearble joke ever. sending an envoy to talk to junta, oh yeah, that'll certainly help.i hav...
Posted by sandra on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 04:30:00 PST

farewell to your arms

  you are wearing brown today, just like me, and ordering my favourite black coffee. we look synchronous in the photograph i take. the last one. with my battered cellphone, in the dim light of th...
Posted by sandra on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 11:40:00 PST

the lamp fell from the table with a loud thump and i remained in darkness

   i tried to climb back into my past today.   my long unkept brown hair. my skirts and perfumes. all the old smoking hideouts and cheapest beer places, all the teacups and boiled rice ...
Posted by sandra on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 11:18:00 PST

subject is the main part of a sentence.

  ORDIBEHESHT. the month i was born (spring), when "the world resembles paradise". TOST (something like cheers in russian) is an ancient iranian word for a cup. a drinking cup. iranians had ...
Posted by sandra on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 02:30:00 PST

take the fall

leaves dancing in the rain. i need a raincoat. i need new shoes. i need a bulletproof steel soul.all the meaningless wearing talk talk talk.and he keeps silent, always silent. i can't remember what co...
Posted by sandra on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 12:28:00 PST

ordinary days

listening to: Ordinary Days from *Loveless* soundtrack   observing a tree leaf. there are millions and millions of shapes for a tree leaf. there's even a latin name for each of them. the microcos...
Posted by sandra on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 05:47:00 PST

happy birthday! hugs and flowers.

  listening to: Bright Eyes   she sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope ...if i find the reasons why i can't sleep will you still want me? will you laugh at me? ... my mediocrit...
Posted by sandra on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 01:30:00 PST

hmmmmm

  now here's a question....   WHO THE FUCK IS READING MY BLOG ALMOST EVERY DAY??   whoever you are, would you be so kind to leave some comments or any other form of feedback so tha...
Posted by sandra on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 04:27:00 PST

a letter to my imaginary friend william

  weather update: it's september. dark and raining and dirty yellow and brown leaves blown by gusts of cold wind with a shade of sharpness in it, a mere shadow of the mercilessness of the dead se...
Posted by sandra on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 06:41:00 PST

latvian summer

one word only to describe this weather - perfect. perfect 3D sky, in the kind of perfect blue, the one that doesn't hurt your eyes to look at. do you know that even every piece of tiny rock meshed i...
Posted by sandra on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 03:20:00 PST