Tuesday, December 18, 2007

I love my baby.

Last summer, about two months were spent in solitude and retreat seeing nobody.
At beloved Punta Marquez in Baja California, Mexico.
Cleaning up the centre of existence and restoring the inner balance and harmony.
Making it strong again and a foundation for future activities.

How much this is appreciated here in China now.
Because it is a wild time.
So much to experience that easily could push a person off its feet.
To struggle helplessly in a free fall with no string to pull to open the life saving parachute.

Never before the project “The most beautiful people in the world” has been performed in a country where so much alternative effects took place.
The project in China is a frying pan where the temperature inside the omelette is extremely high.
Resulting in a chain reaction shooting into many different directions carrying the vital message of the project.

The delicate dance is to keep on track for the essential result while letting others in to do their job communicating the same message.

Today the visit was to a couple.
They had a beautiful baby daughter.
39 years old Li Mengnan said:

“My wife and my daughter and me: we as a family are the most beautiful people in the world. After my daughter was born life is full of smile and love”.

This fabulous statement was made by a man, working as an actor, being well known, having a high income, but experiencing a revolution in his life by simply having a baby by the wife he loves.

Witness to this revelation of Li Mengnan were the photographer and his excellent new translator who is a singer in a Chinese rock and roll band doing songs about the devastating pollution hitting all big Chinese cities.
Witness was as always the national Chinese TV team filming every move made.
And the totally involved and sympathetic journalist from Radio Netherlands, Karen Meirik.

The question then becomes who actually is in charge.
Who is the axle of the wheel?

Are the other media specialists high jacking the project or can it be a sharing having each one a sufficient piece of the pie?

It is a dance.
The more relaxed the dancer is, the more harmonious the movements are.
Naturally coming from the rhythm in the air and the tunes from the trumpeters.

Let go, amigo, andale.
Don’t force things to come.
Don’t twist things in your way only.
To open the doors where the pipers wait at the gates of dawn.

Syd Barrett died and he was a genius.
Anyone who wants a view of life in a beautiful perspective and feel the rhythm of exaltation, hallucination and rejuvenation, dances to his “Astronomy Domine”.

Lime and limpid green, a second scene
A fight between the blue you once knew.
Floating down, the sound resounds
Around the icy waters underground.
Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda
And Titania, Neptune, Titan.
Stars can frighten.

Blinding signs flap,
Flicker, flicker, flicker blam. Pow, pow.
Stairway scare Dan Dare who's there?
Lime and limpid green
The sounds surrounds the icy waters underground
Lime and limpid green
The sounds surrounds the icy waters underground.

And it is the guitars, man, the guitars….
Bursting open the heart.
To see the horrors within oneself of Joseph Conrad’ s “Heart of Darkness” feeling the pain more and more approaching the end as Jim Morrison was singing.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

Even in China.


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1 comment:

vendansa said...

"Apocalypse Now" revives....
It's the Horror.