In 1912, the world famous Austrian gynecologist Dr. Herman Otto Kloepneckler M.D Ph. D, published the following:
" The best engine in the world is the vagina. It can be started with one finger. It is self - lubricating. It takes any size piston. And it changes its own oil every 4 weeks. It is only a pity that the management system is ...so fucking temperamental!"

Κι έπειτα είναι κι εκείνοι που, σαν αποδημητικά πουλιά, θ'αναζητούνε πάντοτε τους ισημερινούς της jazz , γιατί στο δικό της κλίμα και περιβάλλον,εκεί μονάχα μπορούν να απελευθερωθούν απο ακουστικά στερεότυπα, ηχητικούς καταναγκασμούς και μουσικά brand names, να βρούν το πέμπτο τέταρτο,το ανάποδο ακόρντο, το καρδιοχτύπι in media res και ταυτόχρονα το ανεπανάληπτο τάρα του φιλοσόφου που μουρμουρίζει πως "δεν μπορείς να βραχείς δύο φορές στα νερά του ίδιου ποταμού". Γιατί η jazz πάντα ρει...

Ρίβα Λάββα - Jazzin' Μάιος 2010

we've reached a point in artistic creation that we consider almost every product of ideas,imagination and will as a work of talent

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I went back to my room and collapsed at the bottom bunk thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

Life is spending your rainy days traveling and listening to jazz. And life is good.

Air is a good thing. We should all inhale and exhale regularly, in an every day basis, to enjoy the benefits of a healthy breathing. Furthermore, the best thing to do while breathing is inhaling the air of others (despite the reactions or how annoying that might sound)... Place your mouth close enough to a person of the opposite genre and inhale when she/he exhales... The experience is "breathtaking" and simultaneously you are provided with a well-filtered amount of clean air...

Have a nice day

pam param pam pam para ram || pam param pam pam para ram

there was a female beggar today on the subway who should not have been a beggar at all. I will attempt a brief description of her anatomy and figure : She was quite thin ,I assume this was a result of her drug abuse, I suppose she was or had been a drug addict for the sound of her voice was like a stuttering sequence of ill-produced words... She could make one wander if she was ever able of producing a smoothly balanced sentence. Her face was stunning : Although she was skinny and you could see her face bones, the fact that the white light of the train highlighted both them and her almost rectangular face shape was remarkable. She had these big,wet,blue eyes and her chin was trembling as if when you withhold yourself from bursting into tears... Her chin was constantly shaking forming those romantically ugly lake of wrinkles on it. Her hands were scared and her nails were black on the tips

A little bit more about her physical appearance : she was wearing a windbreaker pullover like these really expensive carhartt-ones with a hood which she was apparently using to cover her hair. The pullover extended from her shoulders to her knees. It was a really large piece of clothing for her to have worn. It must have been a discarded-once-loved nylon-padded item laying in a recycle bin somewhere in Athens and she found it useful to fulfill her biological need for warmth. It was grey-coloured! Like her soul... Instead of pants she wore tights... black cotton tights... Let's move on to her behavior...

The details I aforementioned about her voice are a bit assumptive for I was wearing my earphones while the girl passed right by me... Nevertheless, I can vividly recall her making the smallest of moves in her effort to speak and her mouth opening just slightly... She had her right hand extended in order for the good Samaritans to offer her help... I did not offer her any money on the grounds of me being a righteous and wicked pachyderm...

That's all I remember of her...

Well... If not all these are the elements that comprise the physical impact that made on me for all the clues I mentioned are skin-deep... The grand idea that my experience made me adopt is the cruelty , meaning whatever I want cruelty to mean... I was fuckin' touched by that girl..... We are all animals in the essence!!! Ever mother Tereza hided deep under her skin a blood-thirsty flesh-fed carnivore!!!

Grand revelations cannot only be accomplished by irrational experiences but also by experiences of the everyday life that the participant is willful enough to take them to the next level of consideration and appreciation... (nv)


Always and forever magnificently enlightened by the figure of the naked female body

I'm pretty sure I've got breathing problems... That's a pitty cause I like breathing... A lot!

Listening to "Portrait In Jazz" played by the Bill Evans Trio...

Watching ,having pressed the mute button, "The Curse Of The Jade Scorpion" of Woody Allen...

bye