vlad's faeries

 there's this tradition in Transylvania's culture about some cringe  religious beliefs, a guy named john, elementary school colleague of jesus or such, they hanged around, sipped  a few beers and then they were like: hey man, let s do some shit together, how about tricking some assholes and their ancestral purity with jokes like "fuck culture! hashtag profane....christianity  is the sacred thing"

they had their own Twitter tag, most junkies fell for it like since 2026 years ago

i know....soooo last yesterday :) out of fashion

june 24th or how naked is not only allowed but actually demanded with the obligation of being a true beautiful girl 

so this dude, johnny baptism addict, born on this day _apparently_ had massive impact on what later became a viral trend. nice guy, lost his head 'cause some cunts tricked him....sometimes being a gentleman doesn't get you places.

anyways, here in the Carpathian nest, this story wasn't very glad received by the inhabitants, who lived well and in pure wealth until time itself decided one god above is enough. 

by comparison to what the other dude andrew got....we can very well say prostitutes who get you beheaded are more intelligent than shitty rednecks who staple you on an x shaped ladder. 

now, before this ...blabbering about god almighty and such patriarchal shame, this particular day meant a huge deal for this magical place filled with joy and beauty and generous geography theatre :)

Midsummer's rituals here in Transylvania are known for sɨn.zjˈe.ne , Summer Solstice announced worldwide the harvest season changing.....and the European culture spoke for Her Self.  :)

here, in this particular nigh, the vampires choose the love of their lives...and we only live once :)

girls dance naked beautiful as they are and by doing so they  connect with earth itself.

vlad chose his wife.....

 turned into a fearful power after losing her unrighteously.....such a sacrifice...such a burden. 

he was bullied eversince, got mad with god for taking away his most precious and pure element within him...and lived all his nights obsessed with finding her again..at least for a moment. 

"tu ești dragostea vieții mele"

now, if Francis Ford Coppola would have chosen the love of my life  Bela Bartok for his movie!!!!!!!!! the masterpiece Cantata profana could have actually portraied better the secular origins of this mythical place....but...enough with the criticism....who am i to dare to badmouth hollywood .....and actually Wojciec Kilar deserves all the credits for a job well done :)

and...Bela was a huge deception since we loved each other so much.... worked so well as ethnomusicologist....huge admiration for his ethics and knoweledge and virtues: reaping genuine folklore...and transpose it into classical  music......clever guy :) moist pussy :)

him leaving me for Ditta after promises of marriage and lies of commitment.....not my cup of tea. leukemia is karma for deceivers :)

but....folklore moved along through rythm and sound and oral speech transposed into verse...and i was just growing up :)

 

so, when my ethnography professor Gh.Pavelescu in freshman sociology attendee rage commitment interviewed me.......i will never forget that magical moment :).....sometimes one just has to belive and be grateful.

i was a poor college kid...no money, struggled to commute, not food basically....i remember i wore some ragged jeans and it was hot outside so we sat on a bench in the living shade of a tree of some sort, in a so called cigarette break  from teaching and practical experience gained  in studying folklore in what was left of homogenous prototypes of communities.....

the elders who braided my hair on a wood spindel with sugar as a natural styling cosmetic while i was recording their songs and stories....they are now resting for eternity....so glad i had the chance to meet them....

  this Professor asked me what i was doing with my time besides school: most likely if i worked for a living like most of us had to since very few had the fortune of parents who can provide for education... ... i told him i'm a cantista...a vocalist...in common language  "a singer" :)......and he looked at me.....my god...such and angel ....and asked ...in plain language  "do you know where all the jewelry and furrs and belongings of  %#$^$^^%&# _editor's note: i will get back on the issue, just not now_are?" 

...holy fuck....i was a 19 year old chubby girl......i was a janis joplin meets mahalia meets .....celie dion ...what was i to know about this amazing  Scholar's deep intuition regarding how one s talent is used for the benefit of others. 

when life gives you the privilege to study under the protective wing of this amazing intellect and spirit, you can only cherish the memory in your soul and treat the experience as a living creature. 

there are people who see through you like you re clean glass. 

some are unimaginative evil, consider themselves different whereas they are not and the only thing they do to genuine different creatures, born with gifts talents...even strange  self mistfit social ostracisation like behaviours....the only way to get rid of the genuine different ones is by using them...or steal from them....intelectually....and in all ways. 

the others are pure beauty, educators who give everything without expecting anything in return. "this child must succeed by all means" "this kid would never harm anyone, not even those who harmed her"

i was taught by the very best not to end up in the hands of evil...still evil exists...one can only do so much as to see the red flags and stay away..

and yes, my brain will always be smarter than my emotions :)

this post is a singing break treated with brain activity rather than lazines...and it serves my self  cheering up since real  life is atrocious sometimes....

   the will to stay alive, the faith of beauty within, the courage to stay away from humiliation,   the books i deeply love, the upcoming of Practical magic 2nd...my most favourite movie of all times with the perfect match of aestetic in a little girl's dreams: grunge babes with long hair and rock'n roll boots and floral prints black-ish canvas dresses.... two adorable actrices who passed the test of time when it comes to autenticity. so admire those women...not  to mention the screenplay and mise en scene and the storytelling ...

and since U2 gave us loads of good music to rest our hearts on we'll just  sing along with  Bono :)

 the midsummer fairy is the best gift father universe can offer. just make sure you don t upset the love of his life: the spirit :)