If I really was that smart that I think I am, I should have no problems in getting along with the stupid ones.
That actually is the whole eccence of everything. Learn how to control those blessed with lesser brain capacity and you will rule the world.
I love you astronaut Chris Hadfield. My hero!
This guy recorded a really cool version of space oddity – at ISS prior to taking a ride on Soyuz back to earth.
The count was done in hurry
Not everyone was there
Maybe there is a companion
But no one knows where
Here I am. Being sitting in my closet for a month. Listening to Erik Satie’s and Gustav Holst’s beautiful music. Have I changed? Have I learned something. I don’t know.
I think my imagination is getting free. When I have not much external stimulus, my brain will make things up. I just close my eyes and I can see how I travel through the solar system. All the beautiful colors of the planets. Distant galaxies. Life.
Woman is the last mystery. Not too different from man. Like a beast. So beautiful while sleeping but turning in to a deadly predator after you wake her up.
Clouds moving quietly on the sky. Wind pushing a boat forward. Boat has no crew. Ripped sails and just a silent body on deck. Looks like she is sleeping. Almost naked. She is the mystery.
She is my destiny.
So strong. You are the mystery. You are the dark side of female mind. Venus was the passionate and fragile glass pearl. You are the sea of teardrops. All the mysteries in one. I can feel the thunder. From my windows I can seethe lightning bolts flashing. Somewhere deep down there you are brewing your magic potion. Dancing around the cauldron keeping your hands high. Blood, sweat and tears. You melted the weapons and added them to your drink. You make a boiling ocean where fish are made of steel with a heart made of stone.
You look up and see me. You disappear. I’m all alone. My ship is caught in storm. I’m going down. Under water I can breathe. You are there waiting for me. Holding my hand you kiss me. I’m not alone.
Dark shadows. Slowly turning and showing her face. She looks so tired but still beautiful. Like they years had done nothing to her.
I still remember the time we first met. We were sitting down on the floor. Talking and talking. You had your legs open and I was putting my feet between them and finally touched the source with my toes.
You have always been like that. Distant and cold, but always having a hint of smile on your face.
You gently stop my ship in your arms, then you kiss it and let t go again. Like a small girl putting a paper boat going down the stream.
I still can see you in the distance. So great and powerful.