Some simple memories

I have some simple colorful memories of...
Simple cup of tea without sugar
served at 3 in the morning
Simple touch of hands under the stars
Simple look of grey eyes through the very width of the room
Simple scent of caraway in soup and freshly-baked bread

I have some simple memories of...
Simple freedom song of Gitan
Simple sound of rain above the yellow umbrella
Simple beam of light reflected in the pool
Simple sound of door being open
Simple sense of lazy Sunday

I have some simple memories of a simple human
Simple chat
enveloped in the cigarette smoke like in a dream
Simple glass of martini without ice
Simple silence of full moon

I have some simple wonderful memories of...
Simple room with an open window
Simple letter put under the door
Simple happy moments of astonishment
Simple wind in my face
when the bike goes down
Simple promise of the curve
Simple shadow of beeches
Simple music of sleeping home
Simple shine of a tear
Simple detachment from earthly matters

Simple here and now

22.08.2006 r.

Ofca and Ofca

Me and Ofca :)

Me and Ofca :)

Same evening, same party, same nicknames, same feelings towards.

Ofca is a likeable creature; helpful, caring and beer drinking as well.

And being a friend to two such Creatures might be considered as being helluva lucky.

I used to talk to myself

I'll be here.
Why...?
I'll be waiting... here...
For what?
I'll be waiting... for you... so... If you come here... You'll find me.

I promise.

Morning coffee

Part I
Monday morning, the scent of my first this day coffee, the gentle whisper of the computer, the taste of the early hour. Some radio music in the background, I guess it's some Dundee radio station, but I'm not sure. Another day has just started, another Hope has just come to life.

Yesterday I had a serious talk. Talk about life, its ups and downs, bittersweet tears and breathtaking moments. Talk about running away, and about doing the right thing. Talk about dreams and empty hands. Talk about me and him. With red wine, a box of Lucky Strike, night around us and stars above.

It all comes to an end. Another chapter of my life has ended. Another chapter has just opened. As some say, that when a woman cuts her hair it means that something has already changed. But I say, do your hair first. You can never be sure whom you gonna meet walking into your new life, but be sure to look good when doing it.

Part II
I've been wondering tonight, smoking my first cigarette today and drinking evening coffee, when I'm myself.
Is it when I wear highheel shoes and smart clothes or when I wear trainers and jeans?
When I listen to Moloko or to Norah Jones?
When I love or when I hate?
When I wear blacks or reds?
When I write poems or algorithms?
When I say what I think or when I think what I say?
When I get myself dead drunk or when I pray?
When I stay or when I run away?
When I dance or when I cry?
When I like dogs or when I like cats?
When I am a slut or when I am a nun?
When I have a fruit salad or when I have chilli con carne?
When I care too much about my friends or when I don't give a damn shit?