streda 4. januára 2012
04/01/2012
"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it is about learning to dance in the rain." Rumi
nedeľa 25. decembra 2011
sobota 24. decembra 2011
24/12/2011
"som rozmyslal koho by som bral za spolubyvajuceho, ze by neboli ziadne kompromisy a ty si zapadala do toho" Ondro
24/12/2011
"Et tu as vu? Parmi mes meilleurs amis, je t´ai marqué."
Rosemonde, une petite fille de 7 ans, qui est dans l´hotel avec ses freres et sa mere.
"A videla si? Medzi svojich najlepších kamarátov som si napísala aj teba!"
Rosemonde, 7-ročné dievčatko, ktoré je v našom hoteli s mamou a bratmi.
Rosemonde, une petite fille de 7 ans, qui est dans l´hotel avec ses freres et sa mere.
"A videla si? Medzi svojich najlepších kamarátov som si napísala aj teba!"
Rosemonde, 7-ročné dievčatko, ktoré je v našom hoteli s mamou a bratmi.
pondelok 7. decembra 2009
Why I love flying
I don't like the polar bears falling off the sky,
that's why I don't want to travel by plane too much.
But once in a while,
I want to fly to realize 1 of these things:
1. When there are no clouds, we can see how small we are, and however huge and important we might feel, or however great our problems may appear, we are just a little dot down there, a partial of the whole incredible universe.
2. If the weather is not so nice, it's great to see that the sun is always shining above the clouds.
That's why I love to fly.
that's why I don't want to travel by plane too much.
But once in a while,
I want to fly to realize 1 of these things:
1. When there are no clouds, we can see how small we are, and however huge and important we might feel, or however great our problems may appear, we are just a little dot down there, a partial of the whole incredible universe.
2. If the weather is not so nice, it's great to see that the sun is always shining above the clouds.
That's why I love to fly.
nedeľa 18. októbra 2009
.
if you let it
you can discover worlds
secrets
if you let it
write, emerge, come
you can visit
corners of the hidden places
sweep
yourself
you can discover worlds
secrets
if you let it
write, emerge, come
you can visit
corners of the hidden places
sweep
yourself
Saturday, 23:30, Budapest
I'd cry. Budapest.
7 months of nothing.
7 months of my life.
Somewhere in my heart.
Somehow it hurts.
It's beauty (in hungarian style maybe)
Corvin cinema passage,
more broken again.
Prater street boys, not Paul's.
And the cafe, yes, now tears are coming.
Intimately known turnings.
Every step familiar
until that corner from where I see.
Serhat is home?
Michelle is not. She parties with Marta.
Too late to go.
Too late.
And the mattress:
We've made love here.
I've cried so many times.
Millions of small pieces.
Broken mirror, not the simple puzzle.
And the fish is hanging from
the lamp, more colorful than
ever.
Budapest. You old, secret lady.
You don't let one to get close
easily. But you take hearts.
Fully.
7 months of nothing.
7 months of my life.
Somewhere in my heart.
Somehow it hurts.
It's beauty (in hungarian style maybe)
Corvin cinema passage,
more broken again.
Prater street boys, not Paul's.
And the cafe, yes, now tears are coming.
Intimately known turnings.
Every step familiar
until that corner from where I see.
Serhat is home?
Michelle is not. She parties with Marta.
Too late to go.
Too late.
And the mattress:
We've made love here.
I've cried so many times.
Millions of small pieces.
Broken mirror, not the simple puzzle.
And the fish is hanging from
the lamp, more colorful than
ever.
Budapest. You old, secret lady.
You don't let one to get close
easily. But you take hearts.
Fully.
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