To See

I wanna be able to see the light of the world,
I wanna be able to see the stars.
I wanna be able to hear the birds.

Do you wanna see the light of the world?
Do you wanna see the stars?

Let us see the light of the world,
Let us see the stars.
Come with me to see the light of the world,
come with me to see the stars.
Let us hear the song of the birds,
Let us see the light.

I wanna be able to play in the meadow-grass,
I wanna be able to pick the meadow-sweet.
I wanna be able to hear the birds.

Do you wanna hear the birds?
Do you wanna play the game?

Let us make our own light,
Let us conquer the world.
Come with me in the meadow-grass,
come with me to pick the meadow-sweet.
Let us make our own rules,
let us see the stars.

Have we lost ourselves

What did we gain and what did we lose in the last decade?

Have you asked yourself this question?

Technology has changed our lives. We tend to believe that technology makes our lives easier. And there are indeed so many gadgets that make our lives easier. Programs that help us learn and expand our horizons …or so we think …

But do you know what we lost?

Hard to explain

Its different when someone is good with you or to you and when he is good for you.

It’s hard to explain to those who don’t want to listen or to believe. It’s hard to explain to those who have been comfortable all their life and don’t know happiness.

Don’t try to explain baby. Don’t listen to them. Don’t be the same.

I don’t want comfortable now. All I want is now. I want to feel. Comfort numbs the now. Comfort is preferable by all because it is easy to explain. They don’t want to listen to something nuanced that is hard to explain. It is the centuries old comfort versus happiness dilemma for them. It’s love versus lust for us…

Its hard to explain the thing inside you.




Америка Америка Америка
Имам аз една мечта
Мечта мечта мечта

Америка: кажи сега?
Къща и кола

Америка: ела ела ела ела в Америка!
Америка (3)
Ах имам аз една мечта!
Мечта (3)
Работа 40 часа в седмица!

Америка: ааа не не не работа не е така!
В Америка само 65 часа минимум за каща и кола, на седмица.
За работа трябва ти кола, а кащата ах кащата само в Събота

Америка (3)
Ах защо така Америка!

What would I have been

I wonder sometime what would have happened to me had I stayed there.
Would I be here with you? Would I be the soul I am now? Would I be the woman I am now?

He was sitting on the porch and he was pondering his head. He had build his house ont this land he bought five years ago with the money he had saved over the years. His body was peacefull but his mind was circling. He was smoking a cigar and his mouth was making twisted moves insisting on follwoing his mind on producing circles. He was cought in a circle he thought. One more time in a circle he built. And he didn’t know if he was happy about it. He knew he is good where he is. The smell of the newly painted house made him proud and invested. He was invested and had roots now. He felt this overwhelming sense of satisfaction, but his mind kept making circles and his mouth followed suit with the cigar smoke. He shouldn’t smoke around the newly painted house he thought. He got up and stepped down the stairs off the porch and kneeled to the ground pressed the cigar in the soil and put it out. Now he had to stop with this unhealthy circles.

Darling, darling get up!
He was still asleep and began waking up. Still drowsy and with half opened eyes he murmurred something.

Darling come on. We need to get ready mama is coming today.
And there he was now fully awake. He wanted to make his wife happy. That was all he wanted. She was making him happy every day since he first saw her. It was the eyes that see right through and into the soul. When he saw her and their eyes met he saw right through and recognized this soul he had always expected and believed he was going to meet. People didn’t believe him but he knew. He had just bought this land where the house is laid now and he knew it was a sign.

It’s about time

It’s about time things change around here. I mean it’s been almost eight years. Eight years i have been chasing, learning and building towers climbing up… to the big bright future. It so …idiotic to start somewhere, feeling small and terrified and end up feeling the same.

After years of hard work to realize you don’t know what you want.

It’s educating though. You come to a point where you feel you need to hit the restart button. This could mean just go back to where you started. May be not exactly where you started, but just some place where you felt good at some point in time, in your waters. When you feel like going back it’s just time for a change.

It’s about time you stop fooling yourself and try to stop thinking for a while.

Do you know what you like? Do you want to saw a seed that is meaningful?
When you feel like you are not where you belong, it’s about time you change something.

Change is not easy. But when you have traveled half the world and came to start building towers with only your bare hands, everything is possible. Do you think everything is possible? Traveling really helps you realize it is.

It’s not true that going back means stepping back figurativaly in life or your development. It means you have learnt.

It means you need to recharge under the sun you know.


iPad Art

Skinny heart

When can you call a heart skinny? When it’s become thinner than normal. And a heart becomes thinner when things are not normal. Thin and dark, with holes and patches. It becomes thin and dark also when it misses something … or someone. When the heart losses it’s power. And a heart losses its power with every person it loses, with every lie it soaks, with every betrayal. It can be healed though. People say it can be healed with love.








Mating the Soul

They say it will happen to each one of us. One day you will walk into a cafe or a night club, you never know, and the one and only will be there. The eyes will meet, and the heart will leap. One day a pair of eyes will pierce your soul and your knees will wamble. One day you will be the happiest and the saddest because you will know it will never happen. Because you know it’s the heart that matters; the dreams that make you keep walking. The genesis of all that matters are those eyes. And that day will come for all of us. Deep down your soul knows the eyes. Deep down the soul cries when it meets the eyes. The soul knows what the heart doesn’t. The soul knows the pain because the soul suffers and survives through centuries, through thousands of eyes. But the heart doesn’t. The heart only feels. The inception of the dream entangles the heart like spider does to its pray. The dream that the mating of the soul has begun. The dream that you are holding the hands you want. The dream that you are looking into the eyes that have been waiting for you. The dream that you are home. The dream that those eyes are your home. They say it will happen to all of us …


“I Know Places”

I know places we can go babe.
I know places we can go babe.
The high wont fade here babe.
No, the high wont hurt here babe.I know places we can go babe.
I know places we can go babe.
Where the highs wont bring you down babe.
No, The highs wont hurt you there babe.Don’t ask me when, but ask me why.
Don’t ask me how, but ask me where.
There is a road. There is a way.
There is a place. There is a place.I know places we can go babe
Coming home. Come unfold babe.
And, the high wont fade here babe.
No, the high wont hurt here babe.So,
Come lay… And wait…
Now wont you lay… and wait… Wait on me.

I know places we can go babe.
Coming home. Come unfold babe.
I know places we can go babe.
Coming home. Come unfold babe.

Lykki Li