spring is in the air

its colors.. the air.. the sun.. the smell..
that's what I like about spring.


cardboard love

keene- hamburg

I don't wanna be adored
Don't wanna be first in line
Or make myself heard
I'd like to bring a little light
To shine a light on your life
To make you feel loved

No, don't wanna be the only one you know
I wanna be the place you call home

I lay myself down
To make it so, but you don't want to know
I give much more
Than I'd ever ask for

Will you see me in the end
Or is it just a waste of time
Trying to be your friend
Just shine, shine, shine Letra de Hamburg Song - Keane - Sitio de
Shine a little light
Shine a light on my life
Warm me up again

Fool, I wonder if you know yourself at all
You know that it could be so simple

I don't wanna

Keene- Nothing In My Way

And why d'you say
It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say?

And why d'you lie
When you wanna die, when you hurt inside

Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say

the song:



buna dienu, kai liudniau..
/sometimes happens the days like this..


man and woman

'You know I've spend so much time trying to separate romance and romance. I guess if you are lucky, you get both. I want that one day, you know..'
Cougar Town


Vilnius- Barcelona

I am telling again-
'partire- siempre un po' morire'

(leaving is always a little bit of dying..)

not good

broke my camera again. ops.
good parties always come with some loses..:(


Vasco Rossi- my true love...

Grande Vasco Rossi..
and his new song.. STO PENSANDO A TE

the song:


sto pensando a te
mentre cammino, mentre parlo, mentre rido, mentre respiro
sto pensando a te
mentre mi sveglio, quando corro tutto il giorno
sto pensando a te
mentre mi spoglio di ogni orgoglio mentre guardo il mio destino
sto pensando a te
quando ricordo mentre ancora sento il tuo profumo

Na na na
Cosa faresti al posto mio
se ogni pensiero
se ogni pensiero fossi io?

Cosa faresti tu?
Cosa faresti tu?


love is...

In this wonderful blog

I found something too perfect not to be published.
That's express so well what love does mean for me..

Maybe it's because I'm a hopeless romantic, and our story is one of the best stories I've heard.
Maybe it's because you loved me for me. My dark sides and my bright sides. My weaknesses and my strengths. My imperfections and my insecurities. You loved everything I hate about myself.

Maybe it's because you were my best friend, and you were always there for me. You never left me even when nobody else wanted to be around. You always stuck around.
Maybe it's because even on my worst days, even when I was a complete and utter monster, you didn't care because you just wanted me to be a monster with you.

Maybe it's because when I had you, nothing else mattered. The world could be ending, but it was okay. Because you were holding my hand.



Laughing is the most important part of sex

how much would you give up...

How much you would give up now for this:

and this..,

and for this?..

movie- Leap Year

May you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you. Cheers!


The Kaziukas fair in Vilnius
VILNIUS - Every year, in every town throughout Lithuania, March starts off with a party: the Kaziukas fair, a ritual that marks the coming of spring. Dedicated to St. Kazimieras, the patron of Lithuania, the festival originated in the 17th century, and by the 19th century had developed into the fair that is now known internationally.

Saturday morning..

lazy Saturday morning..
I love it.. :)


not a love song..

Because I say
I won't write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one,
you see

the song:
the lyrics:

eat me

<...> Ir naktyje yra dienos. Neapykanta, kuria jauciame seniau myletam zmogui, neturi nieko bendra su kitomis neapykantomis. Ja maitina buvusi meile.
Guliu viena nepazistamoje lovoje. Jauciu begline vienatve kaip vaikas, kuris atsibunda svetimuose namuose. Cia atnese mieganti. Nezino, kieno rankos ji anksti pagulde, kieno sypsena pasitiks nubudusi, nezino, kokie siu namu paprociai ir nedrista keltis is baimes pazadinti kitus.
Suvalgykite mane. Agnes Desarthe. Mangez-Moi

(my translation. there is also some day in the night.. The hate we feel for the one we loved has nothing to do with all other hate. this one is powered by a former love.
I am lying alone in the bed I don't know. I am feeling an infinitive emptiness like a child who wakes ups in the foreign home. Does not know whose hands has put him to bed early, whose smile will meet him, does not know what are the customs of this house and does not dare to move from fear to awaken others.