Free El

And there we go – another journey through time. Really? Sand? In November? During her stay in the US, El enjoyed lots of stuff. The American dream, they say. Not sure if the whole dream thing is real… or just a myth, but for sure – nature is dreamy everywhere. Freeman park, NC, is not…

El in Ice Wonderland

“Where’s my camera?” And the story of El and her travels through time and space takes my typing fingers and the clouds of memory back to 2013… when she turned 1/4 of a century.¬†As El was living in tidy Munich – finishing her untidy Master’s degree and closing a scary book of fake love –…

The Thoughts and the Otter

It comes and goes. Deadly thoughts. I’m an otter, you’re an author. Who’s more successful? Honestly, don’t care. Health and love, the only things that matter; so if you want, call me old-fashioned, or stupidly lost. But then again, it comes and goes. And when we laugh, l see the image of him taking his…

Late Halloween Guests

Knock, knock! – Friends, come in. Fragile delusions, dine with me. Indecision, please, have more coffee. Old fears, thank you for the cake. Oh, strong emotions, put your coat in there. – Only you, baby beauty, stay away from this early mental madness. But head, let’s shake these guests with a smile. In the end,…

I adore you

I can’t believe how gorgeous you are. Just perfect. More beautiful than me. Soft, gentle, real. So much energy, curiosity and laugh, things I’ve lost in the maze of my routine. And the love in his eyes can’t compare to any feeling in the world, probably only the love in my daddy’s heart is close…

Sunday

Sliding doors. Yellow roses. Autumn sun. No answer. Laugh. Hugs. A mountain trip. Blood.

Saturday

Beautiful. Quiet. Relaxed. Indian summer for you but gypsy for me. The sun is playing with the autumn leaves. She’s dreaming of red lions. Pumpkin. Wings. Music of clucking dishes. A magical day, my Saturday. I wish you were here. But I can only see your physical body, and in fact, only for a while….

I feel… like a golden vase

I feel like a vase. But the glass is fragile, it can break. If the water spills, it will smell. The flowers hurt, so much social pain. Do not touch my petals of disgrace. I feel like a box with dynamite. Words and gestures can make my pain explode. I can laugh and cry, but…

Miss You

‘Goodbye, enjoy your day!’, she even almost waves. The echo of your steps is blocked by the wind from underneath our lock. I miss you when you’re at work, I bet she also wants your stupid jokes. I can easily be caught thinking of you and our trips instead of working like a dog. And…

Off

It’s funny how we communicate today. How? Longing for a message. Beeps and waves. Why not a poke? Hey, share a damn dime on my bio Farm! Some people have 1,000 friends, and millions of Likes on Instagram. Some are like a boss, with big titles and small goals, LI, yay! Some look so beautiful…

Friends in the Skies

In the skies or in disguise, The morning sunrise brings more smiles. The clouds are fluffy like fairy candyfloss and the planes spread colors like a butter knife. So many friends I have lost, and everyone seems acting like a boss. They’re all offended, busy, and just a few are here – even though thousands…

It smells of winter. Memories of mulled wine. The golden leaves are dancing with the moonshine smile. She almost walks, turned ten months today. You… Probably scrolling while my love is falling from our silent net. It smells of winter. Soon my hair will be gray.