Last day of summer
Sep 10, 2015Last day of summer, don’t be so sad;
Inevitable you’ll be back.
My fingers are sticky with juices of peach,
They smell of your body and beach.
Not for long….
Last day of summerSep 10, 2015Last day of summer, don’t be so sad; Inevitable you’ll be back. My fingers are sticky with juices of peach, They smell of your body and beach. Not for long…. ARE WE READY – introductionMar 30, 2013Director and editor: Zao Wang ARE WE READY – it is a question and not a question… All profits from album sales go to Worldwide Orphans Foundation. Be generous Mosquito lessonsJan 13, 2013Last night I fed an army of mosquitoes. I tried to reason with them that I have an album coming out, I was madly furious, for never I’m ignored so bluntly What is there to hate mosquitoes for? Granted I’m not fond of their nature, And if in times when I feel as tiny as a mosquito, Koh-Lanta, Thailand ARE WE READY – introductionDec 29, 2012ARE WE READY - ARE WE READY - ARE WE READY - You might be soaked in fear. But at the point And this is how it works. BlurryDec 13, 2012The future looks blurry. Some dreams crashed against reality, Is it dumb to expect They say that it is through confusion Cheers to that. How we shot “Happiness”Nov 23, 2012By the mid of the first day of the video shoot everyone was humming the tune. I was looking for happiness with persistent aggressiveness
I was trying to find it in outrageous experiences
I was chasing it closely like a madman who fights his insanity
But instead I could feel only tired and cynical
Even the angry dude who yelled “go do your fag thing someplace else” and threatened to call police, had a role in the production. He deserves credit. He became a point of reference that allowed us appreciate how smoothly the whole shot went considering how much could’ve gone wrong.
My happiness waited inside of me quietly
It whispered “look in yourself to find me”
But I made so much mess around me That I couldn’t see things clear and obvious
There was a phenomenal team of directors (Damian and Patrick), experts in light and camera (Simon and Thierre), movers and shakers (Melissa and Lilliana), and many others (Tammy-Lou, Cédric, Marija, Marina, Étienne, Vincent, Christophe and many more) – about 30 people had a role to play. And of course there was tango – spicy, elegant, life-giving (brilliant Bobby and Roxanne). I worked and managed many teams in my professional career, but I’ve never seen such a smooth team of strangers show up out of nowhere.
I was looking for love with tremendous committed intensity
I explored people’s faces on trains not to miss my love anywhere
I moved countries to find it, traveled exotic vicinities But my heart only shrunk from sadness and loneliness
It took two full days of hard work to shoot footage for a low budget production of a 4 minute song. I had no idea about what it takes to make a video. This project was a mere coincidence that was glued together by luck and trust
So many times love looked at me kindly
With its warm eyes it shared its beautiful tenderness
So fast I ran I couldn’t even notice it And if I did I thought better love is in some other place
With that nothing could have been easier: because for every idea and every step that was required for the project to move forward, one person made an introduction to the next one, each problem found its solution, each circumstance supported its successor.
I was looking for purpose of living in books philosophical
I was trying to find an answer to whether life’s meaningless
I was losing myself in purposeless blames and arguments But today I can say who I am, in words simple and genuine
I am a man who’s in love with life ardently I want to be honest, loving and generous And follow dreams bright like stars and sometimes unreachable And to have you my friends, my loved ones around me
So at the end, there is just being grateful for all that happened and for all new possibilities this experience has opened up for me. And the song is about you. Pictures #1, 2, 4, 5 by Luzaby Mars Photography Hurricane contemplationsNov 3, 2012Natural disasters, what are you - Terrorists of nature, Capricious whims of a spoiled child, Enforcers of natural selection or Obedient messengers of the mysterious one? Or are you an alarm clock for the people, The arrogant ones, so used to their comforts, Who’re planning plans like fools, Soaking in illusions of safety Like a king without clothes? Of our human smallness And how easily we turn Vulnerable and needy, like little children That look for mother’s titty? On ridiculousness of our assumptions, On separating preciousness from bullshit, On giving a chance for heroes to awaken, And acts of kindness mixed with unbreakable relatedness of humans? Chronology of a LifeAug 25, 2012The seasons come one after another Without a warning or asking for permission
Why be surprised? – They are very consistent. Each of them brings its own gift and is calling for its own.
Are you ready to embrace it? Because this is where the real wisdom lies.
Are you willing to find beauty in each every of them? Because this is when life becomes a work-of-art.
For none of them is better than the other one And each of them can be as blissful as the rest.
Concept and photography by Dr. Mikhail Tis Wisdom, a Bhutan inpired poemJan 8, 2011Wisdom Of many men of many days Just two are subject of this song, They live their lives in different way, But let’s not judge who’s right, who’s wrong. The first one had most stubborn eyes, If there’s a mount he came across, He had to reach up to its highs Regardless rain or fog or frost. And if a sparkle of a fear Hid in a corner of his heart He fought for it to disappear For he and fear lived apart. The second man had gentle hands, He’d stare for hours at a rose And sing her love and magic chants That at a moonlight he’d compose. And at the ocean’s yellow sands When sun would open sleepy eyes He’d greet it with a morning dance And watch its beauty slowly rise. If chance brought these two to one place, They wouldn’t catch each other’s sight; One would stroll up with rapid pace, While other’s dreaming in sunlight. This not-so-accidental miss Is not a problem whatsoever. This story has a subtle twist These two are one man however. When first one tests the strength of will The second’s heart is pierced by sword; When latter sits at river still The first one is so deadly bored. What’s wisdom? It’s an art of knowing Which rose to love, which mount to climb, Each inner world, expressed and growing, To have its peace, its place, its time. |
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