Changing times

Times changes. Constantly. Everything changes and that is so cool. Change is changing. There's a change going on. Temples are built and disappears in two thousand years, a book is written and lost in two hundred years and a bird is ready to fly in two months time. Is anything constant? Our will to live and survive perhaps? My hunger for good food is changing. One day I'm hungry for apple pie and the other day I want creme caramel. Video making styles are changing. Have a look at this The Nazz promotion video for "Open My Eyes"!

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Forgotten statues

I will start to write about forgotten statues. Overgrown with plants or just forgotten. There is something about these statues that catches my attention somewhere very deep inside. Perhaps the statue was made to show the artists love for a godess or just to make some kind of inprint in the passing times. There are people that absolutely not want to leave any traces. I admire these people. I can't imagine growing old and disappear without telling someone in some way that I loved once or at least tried to. I admire people that doesn't have to shout it out loud, make a statue or leave a single trace reminding the world about their existence. I can't. So soon there will be some pictures of forgotten statues published on this blog. Until then, salut!

Portrait of us

Love Isn't Always On Time

I am here
I should go
but I don't do
so now
I'm downtown in this city
cryin' with my shades on
now I know

Love isn't always on time
Love isn't always on time

And perhaps
you drive down
from your green hills
I will maybe see you
stopping by my car
at a traffic light
maybe then you'll see
the fool I am

Love isn't always on time
Love isn't always on time

It only goes to show