Making it up

A. will surely kill me for this:) But she looks tremendous here, don't you think?

Płock bardzo fajnym miastem jest.

Majówkowy Płock. A dwa pierwsze- cóż, trzeba czasem pouprawiać prywatę:) Te małe krasnoludki to moi siostrzeńcy- Magda i Mateusz;) Cudni są:)

Easter

Easter was dreadful:) Chciaż zabrakło mapączków.


A kot reaguje tylko na imię ,,Sierść".

Touch

I like to sleep beneath the trees
Have the universe at one with me
Look down the barrel of a gun
And feel the Moon replace the Sun

,,Road to Mandalay" Robbie Williams

Look at me

This city is getting more and more fascinating.

Other perspective

When you look at it, it seems to be flying.

Odd one out

So. I have nothing to do. I have some exams to pass.

They have ran away

And nobody has ever seen them. The write, they are just fine.

Chrismas dishes

We put it into an oven and then ate it!

Up, up and away

Prawda czasu...

...prawda ekranu.

One step forward

Ordinar

All Saints Day

Kali jeśc krowa

Jest niedziela, nic mi sie nie chce. Ale mam siłę wypostowac to zdjęcie.

Feeling lucky

- Jakby co jestesmy w kontakcie.
- Chyba w gniazdku?

5 o'clock

Anytime, anywhere. Earl grey is always the very core of the day.

Death...

...is nothing at all. All the dead flowers will reborn. As everything.

Old fellow

We have something in common. We both are stubborn.

Idea

,,Please be gentle. I'm still learning."

Obsession

I should be learning.

No. 8

Yesterday I woke up in the Middle Ages.

No. 7

Monty Python sings that ,,The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see are moving at a million miles a day..." and so on... after Terry J. has met Eric in his own fridge. I don't know why but every time I think of the sun I think of that song of MP and soothing voice of Eric Idle... Wierd? Or just behaviorism?

I like when it warms my neck and gently goes to sleep in the evening. It's not just the ordinar sunset. It's like observing the miracle of life over and over again. During the day someone has passed away and sameone was born. And sun by the horizon is the signal that it's not the ultimate end. It's just the end of some period.

No. 6

Rain drops keep falling on my head. Rain in summer. The smell of air after the rain. Warm rain. Sometimes rain which is just a rain. Nothing else.

And rain outside when I am inside, with a cup of tea, under the fluffy blanket...

No. 5

When tea is in the cup- nothing else matters.
My favourite right now: Earl grey with half a spoon of sugar. Simple but perfect.
Other favs: Earl grey with milk. Black with caramel floavour. Black with lemon and honey. Black with cherry juice. Black with Irish Cream flavour. Green with lemon. Roiboos. Black with cinammon and orange flavour.
Can't live without this so british drink. I know- it's a clichee to say so. But whta can I do? When I think of tea I think of a victorian tea- party: tea with milk, scones, stunning old interiors, ladies talking about next lady Someone's party...
This taste makes me calm. And it warms me. And I think she loves me:)

No. 4

Friendship. Without it I am nothing. Though I spoke with the tongues of men and of angels, and have no friendship I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal. I would be shallow, empty and colourless. Nothing, zero. Or a shadow. Name it as you want. But this piece of writing is not the winner of the most graphomanic note. Really. I've read worse ones:)

No. 3

Books. The true beauty and something that can make us crying or grinning. Not only are they reliable and trusworthy but also adamant and always say truth. The never lie and don't know the word ,,hipocrisy". A word of passion, adventure, compassion, love and hatred. True friends who are always at hand, always near, always the same. But can let you down if the story is dreary, there are too many cliches or the ending is not as we expected.

No. 2

Ever since I remember I spent my holidays by the seaside. That time there was peacefull, calm and serene. In my mind the sea and all the memories connected to it are a secluded place which won't be spoilt by anythig. The smell of a salty water, the touch of a warm sand, bright and smooth stones, shiny waves. When I'll be dying I will be having two pictures under my eyelids- of which one will be the sea.

No 1.

What the true beauty is? Is it something that we adore or simply like? Or maybe the matter that is importand to us? Or something that we love? Or we just like to look at it? Touch, smell and taste? Yes, senses.. But to me beauty, a true beauty is something that makes us feel smiling. That, when thinking about it, reminds us of happiness and creates a warm feeling in our souls. Sheer joy.

I would like to write here about things that I love. That are the brightest part of my life.