Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Create the World

Those will survive, who have created their own world.
R. Kapuscinski

A short note for today.
The whole life is about making one's own place to live. But do all manage to have one?
My world means the inner peace no one can disturb. It's caring for details even if only I think they are meaningful. It's also being safe with my thoughts, opinions. The self world should be creative as only that makes You constantly search for Your own path.
Create Your own world- a bold necessity to die for!

Monday, January 29, 2007

Free Hugs

Something touching for today.
I'm becoming more and more sensitive these days- such films make my eyes wet!
Thanks Bordo, once again for finding in on the net.
You get what You give!
So who wants a hug by the net?
Write down so we can join :)

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Out of the City

Few photos taken by me of today's trip outside the city! The winter is full of snow, dreamy landscapes and ... snow!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Sad news

Few days ago died Ryszard Kapuscinski- one of my best authors, a great reporter. Maybe some of You heard about him, as his books where translated to many languages. He was a worldwide recognized writer explaining cultures, religions, getting deep into people’s daily life without losing the history background. Truly a master!

Monday, January 22, 2007

Morning, morning

When I stepped outside this morning, I instantly breathed in a chilly air, which pronouces a soon to come snow (at least according to today's forecast). That's good just for one reason- the rain will stop. But of course, the best solution would be spring of course. I miss the green!
Do You have your office rituals? Mine is a cup of coffee in the morning in my FedEx mug. Little planes fly around the cup as if they wanted to take off. They start off the day with me. Hmmm...

Imaginated Pet

. have fun, use Your imagination.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Wind in my Hair

Wind in my hair
Euphemism today
Can't blame the wind
It's blowing like hell
Drops from the sky
Euphemism once more
Can't blame the rain
It wets me to the core.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Talking with Death

rozmowy ze smiercia sa bardzo krzepiace
choc to ona sciska gabke,
ktora chlonela przez miesiace.
gabka wyplakuje siebie wartkim potokiem
by powoli wszystko wchlonac z powrotem
smierc mi powtarza ze gdy uscisniemy rece
przestanie sie nia bawic i zawsze sucha bedzie.
Talking with Death?
Who dares, who cares?
Those who are true,
Honest with themselves.
Brave enough to let go
Easily, easily
Shake hands with emptiness
Fall into nothingness.
You say: "Death is boring"
I can't agree more
Boring to death
If I may say so
It won't change a bit
But that only means
We're running from boredom
Whatever it is.
(inspired by Bordo)

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Long ago

When the past comes back
And gets sitted right beside You
Then you realise
That it is all behind You
And the words he says don't hurt
Though they still make melody
Though the looks can't deceive
No they can't, indeed!
And though moment gets me stuck
In- between realities
There's no place for regrets
Only pleasure memories

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Day of Miracles

The miraculous change- a little bit of Sun and blue sky and the life is different. No matter how badly I feel, the good weather always makes it easier to take what comes. I'm probably addicted to SUN. Luckily lately I can't groan about anything and today's brightness only made me feel better than I already did.
Near my office, on the way to the post office, there's a block of flats where live refugees from Chechnya. They came from the country of constant war and terror. Many of them lost the whole families, witnessed horrible atrocities. With all they could take they came to Poland, as our goverment offered them help. Their children go to school with polish children, learning language and continuing the education. Adults (usually only women as their husbands were killed during the war) try to find work and fit into new society. Very often I see the whole bunch of children playing on the near playground, caring mother's taking care for their little ones. Women always wear skirts and colourful, flowerish scarfs on their heads.
I saw one of them today. She was sitting on the swing with a small kid on her laps. It was sunny and calm all around. Only me strolling on the near pavement. I felt the profound peace of that scene. The small, untouchable universe. The warm, unbreakable connection of mother and her child. Miracle.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

A little bit of Love and Understanding

- You got to see it! Sweet!
Thanks Bordo!
(Look for an image with that couple above on

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

The Verses from the Bus

The fragility of Fate!
Though Fate seems so grave
That's just an illusion
The mix, the fusion
Of impossibility
Of ridiculous
The mingle of you and me
Sweet, sour, loving, mean
Exaggeration, duration
Of our small nation

The Beginning of 2007

So, we have the new year now. I'm getting into shape after the new year's eve.
Everybody at work is so slow ... we have to adjust to the new reality :)
It may take some time ...
But I'm very optimistic. My horoscope (though I believe it only when it's good for me which I call cynical) predicts a good year at work and in love life. So, there's nothing to worry about! this week I'm gonna indulge in peace and slow motion of my life- I have no rehersals, no duties, no haste at work. I'm recharging my batteries, getting into balance, meeting with friends I had no time for. generally- the paradise for me, at least for a moment.

Monday, January 01, 2007


I'm exhausted but happy as our debut was successful. Everything was great, people had fun, and although the adrenaline level was VERY HIGH we also enjoyed the New Year's Eve.
My musicians are Great- flexible, fun, supportive! It can only be better!
Many good wishes to You all!
And I have to get rid of that terrible hangover I got :)