A weight on my heart
Something – or someone – must have died last night. I woke at 3: 33 (the time when my brother was born – by the way, he signed the contract and will move in with his girlfriend next month. News …
Aletheia’s whispers
Some people just do not have any idea what they do to another……… Why can’t a 40 year old man let go …..when he knows his mistake….and why does his ex girlfriend send me emails asking me about our passed …
The saddest day in youth
How sad am I, really! I just came back home…rushing to get to the bathroom…I didn’t mind that my neighbour stopped me for a chat…however, he was closer than the comfortable meter you usually leave between two people and….I could …
I don’t intend to be a cow (or a sheep even)
Until late I sit on my window sill..with the grandeur of Rapunzel….listening to the radio…sometimes singing, sometimes reading..always watching the souls passing by down there…the red taxi just passed for the second time this evening….earlier I saw my neighbour pulling …
Insight into the ”light-work”
I am doing good. Exception: I did not go into the exhibition. The ticket queue was as long as the Thames.I was already annoyed after the bag search, so I wandered through the open exhibition named ”Poetry and dream”…surrealism…stared at …
This morning
Sometimes it is one of those mornings…when you had a vivid dream of you and your beloved being a ghost, protecting a baby…and after you turned your back to him with all the stuff on the floor, only saying ”You …
Bloody believers, damn birds
Sometimes the advantages living near a pub are so obvious: When I look out in the morning I see the sea and the Union Jack, I see France’s white cliffs and under good conditions even the green – not the …
No dictionary in the library
It took surprisingly only two hours to clean the whole house (as far as this is ever possible). I did not get up until half past eleven…even sitting by the window with my morning tea I did not wake. Breaking …
As if from your hands
The monument to Alfonsina Storniin Mar del Plata, Argentina – just so beautiful Sometimes coincidences give me shivers….like the poem ”A Madona Poesia” (subtitled ”To My Lady of Poetry) by Alfonsina Storni (a South American poet – the legend goes …
But the newspaper always has some surprises…there is a new website of old photographs of the UK…from above…this picture is basically where I live now…just beautiful.