Tell me, gentle flowers, teardrops of the stars, standing in the garden, nodding your heads to the bees as they sing of the dews and the sunbeams, are you aware of the fearful doom that awaits you?
Saturday, July 26, 2008
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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:)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
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
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Thursday, April 5, 2007
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.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
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...
Friday, March 16, 2007
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:)
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
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:)
Thursday, February 15, 2007
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.
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