Tickled Pink & Other Colours

Colours, glitter, brushes! I’m always tickled pink to see you… even without my rose-tinted glasses. Worried, scared, and angry – simply real, You, a rainbow made of paint splashes. Splashes that leave oil stains. I look at the canvas of my past; the blues are there, but your strokes are gentle and you help me…

My Algorithm Is Just High

Keep seeing smiling couples, fashionistas, foodies, yogis, and of course, travellers off-the-beaten track (staying at popular 5-star hotels). And I’m thinking why, without me searching for such things or giving them an addictive Like? Maybe my algorithm is just high. The worst that always makes me cringe is seeing people dining in the skies. I…

No Need

No need of empty words. I prefer the silence of the streets in Bratislava. No need of pompous promises. The Moon is bright and I see the highest point in heaven. No need of arguments. I know my heart and my desires, sweet like schnitzel straight from Vienna. No need of fake gestures. I can…

Jumping Thoughts on the Shores of Como

You’re my port. You guide me through the seas of madness, help me take small steps, and overcome slippery challenges sprinkled with silver snowflakes and December sunshine.   Four generations, girl power. They help me bloom in winter, sip joy mixed with timeless stories, and taste dreams seasoned with pagan traditions. (Don’t go!)   Love…

El is Hot

It’s hot. My tears are slowly evaporating. And forming a salty pool of pleasurable guilt. Yet, your heavy sadness is about to throw my floating heart out of our window made of fragile (already broken) dreams. She’s three now, by the way. “Big” and gracious. Why can’t we be like her – happy, curious, and…

Londonish

Memories. Back. Londonish. Empty streets. Faceless strangers. Rushing tourists. Unknown bars. Dark venues. Labyrinths of streets. Same houses. Late trains. Dim hope. Lost ambitions. Funny nights. Early mornings. Weirdo views. Bears of love. Canvases of colours. Seeds of passion. Walking fish. No data. You and me. Making love. Drinking life. Writing destinies. Spying on foxes….

Learning about Life

I’m learning new (well-known) secrets every day. I’m trying to take small steps – like a crab walking sideways. Even though some might think I’m going backwards, I know I’m reaching my fuzzy goals. Yet, I’m trying to convince myself that moving all the time is not needed. Taking a break – to swim with…