понедельник, 3 ноября 2008 г.

end of the night

Every man has his weak side.
Me too.
Tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun.

понедельник, 27 октября 2008 г.

And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear
What do I care
And Kingdoms rise
And Kingdoms fall
But you go on...
... and on...

This October was... splendid, indeed. Full of emotions. Happiness is a warm gun, I do know it, but I have never thought that only happiness would be able to make us happier.
A month of new experience. Whatever it was, it was great.
I just don't want to believe that it is my last year of this kind... I'm not going to change this life. Sometimes I'd like to be Faust just to stop the moment. More and more often I think about it.
Have I fallen in love with this autumn?.. I just don't know. I'm a stupid girl, indeed, but everything seems now to be so exciting, so interesting... and it still has a shade of melancholy.

понедельник, 22 сентября 2008 г.

Today we had a real Indian summer. Great. Wonderful. And almost incredible after all those cold days.
The City is changeable: sometimes it is cold and grey, but sometimes - sunny and warm. And this fantastic blue sky inspires me.
To sing "Dear Prudence" listening it in your player, while sitting and staring at the sea.
To dream.
To believe.
"You're not the only one staring at the Sun..." (c)

Last flowers of dogrose are breathtaking.

It was splendid.

суббота, 20 сентября 2008 г.

Teaching is a really cool mode of life.
I know it.

It helps me to live.

I couldn't resist this cold autumn - I thought it almost devoured me - but my life has its own "buts".
And now, listening to this "cool" jazz I like so much, I'm feeling good.
I'm feeling calm.

"Nothing can come close to this familiar feeling" (c)

воскресенье, 31 августа 2008 г.

New life? Newborn?

Having returned from the southern steppes, I realized the absurdity of life. Everything was very strange this August - foggy and blurred, just like bad photos, and full of nothingness.
Do you believe that three weeks could pass in such a strange way?

While being there I thought sometimes that I didn't exist - "nothing can come close", but to the real life, I meant.
Cough is not my favourite pastime, indeed. Neither do I like strange complaints. And quarrels.
I just like to watch sunsets from the Roof. The Roof of this strange summer. My last southern summer.

One roof. One life. One love.

пятница, 13 июня 2008 г.

From tomorrow

Today I feel the reality so close.
Nothing could be better.
And at the height of the roofs everything seems to be not the same. But, frankly speaking, all things are not the things they seem to be.
But perhaps it's just the influence of all these hermeneutical works I'm trying to understand...

And I want to declare that this sky is wonderful. And it doesn't depend on what it seems to be.

So - life is life, and I'm not afraid of it.

воскресенье, 18 мая 2008 г.

Well, it's high time for the beginning of this stuff... I suppose it won't be very boring.
But nevertheless, this life makes something with all of us. It is strange and awful sometimes.
It's not an illusion, it's just a transformation of our usual mode of life.
It really is.